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I followed his gaze, leading me to the entrance of the VIP section. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What’s going on?” Jenner asked.

“Daisy fucking Roy just walked in,” I said across the group.

The moment the words left my mouth, her eyes connected with mine, and a grin spread across her face.

One that told me her presence was going to be nothing but trouble.

“Play nice,” Jenner said. “I don’t care if that girl’s up to no good; you won’t stoop to her level.”

I needed the reminder because as she walked toward me, I could see her fucking claws.

“Gentlemen,” Daisy said to my brothers as she stopped in front of our couch. “Brett,” she voiced in the slyest tone. Her stare moved over to me. “Dominick.”

This girl had some fucking balls.

Not only to show up to where her sister was filming, but to also come over here and speak to me.

And to look at me with such distaste and resentment.

“Daisy,” I replied.

“How’s everyone doing this evening?” she asked.

She held her hips, exuding such co