Endgame Romance by Stunich C. M

Author:Stunich, C. M. [Stunich, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Crime, Suspense, thriller
Amazon: B09FRNZJZ7
Goodreads: 58960302
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2022-05-30T07:00:00+00:00

Wright Turn Barcade and Adult Fun Center is located in the Georgetown neighborhood of Seattle, about an hour from Medina in traffic. Maxx says it takes half that to get home after the bar closes at three.

Since I don’t know anything at all about Seattle proper—Medina is basically a world away despite the views and the geographical proximity—I look up Georgetown online and see that it’s advertised on the city’s website as an (and I’m quoting here, so don’t hate me) “industrial-hip” neighborhood. Pretty sure it was unironic. When a government website starts using terms like industrial-hip, what it means is bourgeois-gentrified.

The bar is cool though, housed in an old brick building on a main thoroughfare. The sidewalk is bustling as we ease past it and into a parking lot plastered with No Parking Signs; it’s only six spaces worth behind the building, and it’s just enough for employees.

Maxx takes me through the back door, outfitting me with an apron of my own and then pointing at me with a single finger.

“Stay on my ass tonight, okay?” He snatches up a visor with the words Wright Turn stitched into it, and situates it over his gloriously thick hair.

“You want me to stay on your ass?” I repeat, and he smirks, shaking his head and turning away. X heads out the door and into a large, tiled space behind a wooden bar. The room is dark, but lit up with laughter and lights, pings and beeps, the flashing of old arcade machines.

Oooooh, fun.

I wet my lips and crack my knuckles, and Maxx’s deep chuckle follows me from behind the bar and into the thick of it. People laugh and drink, flirt and squeal, situated at Primal Rage or Mortal Kombat, Space Invaders or … Gauntlet Legends. The sight of that particular machine makes me think of Parrish, and then I think about Tess, and—

I need a mental break.

I need one so badly that I didn’t tell Maxx about Justin while we were in the car. I didn’t tell him that I almost killed the man with a shovel, and I most certainly didn’t tell him that my father demanded that I choose someone to die.

Or that he’s almost guaranteed to go through with it.

Pausing in front of the Ms. Pac-Man machine, I decide to make up for my loss (not really mine though) from the game that Parrish distracted me from. As I play, a waiter in a uniform appears by my side and deposits a drink on the waist-high table between my machine and the next.

“A mocktail, just for you,” Maxx tells me, and I shiver all over, tongue stuck to the corner of my lip as I try to master a 1981 classic. “Mixed it special. I call it the Cool Blue Wave.”

“If you’re really calling it the Cool Blue Wave, we can’t be together.”

He snorts at me, dropping the tray by his side as he watches from over my shoulder.

“Um, holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right,” somebody else says,

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