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“Woo,” Alec spluttered through a fog of smoke. “Is there trouble in paradise I’m sensing?”
“What’s the matter, Joe?” I taunted, resisting the urge to shiver and sag against him. “You want to be done, then deal with the consequences.”
“Molloy.”
“Shush.” Keeping my ass pressed against the front of his jeans, I flicked my long hair over my shoulder and smiled at the stranger taking a hit from the joint. “Are you planning on sharing that, blue eyes?”
Offering me a flirty wink, the lad held out the joint for me.
“What are you doing?” Joey’s tone was hard. Releasing a frustrated growl, his big hand splayed across my belly. “Put that the fuck down, Molloy. Now.”
Not having a notion of what I was doing, I balanced it between my fingers, pressed it to my lips, and sucked in a deep drag, willing myself not to splutter my lungs out as my head swam and my eyes burned.
“Molloy.” Twisting me around in his arms, Joey glowered down at me. “I’m not fucking around here.”
Forcing myself to exhale slowly, I beamed up at him. “What’s the saying, Joe? If you can’t beat them…”
“Join them,” Alec cheered, drumming his hands on the counter at his back before quickly quietening down when he was met with a death glare from Joey. “Or not?”
“No,” Joey deadpanned, turning his attention back to me. “No.”
“What’s wrong, Joe? You can have fun, but I can’t?” I taunted, putting the joint to my lips once more and taking another eye-watering hit.
“Molloy!”
“Lynchy, just relax.”
“She’s only having a bit of craic, lad.”
“I said no,” he snapped, snatching the joint out of my hand and handing it off to the stranger standing behind him. “I said no, Aoife.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Joe,” I growled, feeling a combination of drunk and dizzy. “You don’t own me.”
“Well, that’s bad fucking luck on my account, because you sure as shit own me!”
Drunk or not, his words hit me like a wrecking ball to the chest. Feeling the air whoosh from my lungs, I glared up at him, feeling a torrent of emotions crashing through me. “Why would you say that to me?”
“Because it’s the truth.”
“Since when?”
“Since I was twelve.”
9
Showing Hearts
JOEY
Nobody served up karma quite like Molloy.
Watching her do something as mundane as taking a hit from a joint had caused something inside of my heart to flip the fuck out. Because this wasn’t her. She didn’t dabble in weed.
Hell, the only time I’d seen her put a cigarette to her lips in the six years I’d known her was at a disco back in first year, when she’d taken a hit off Rambo’s blunt at the back of the Pav, only to unceremoniously spew up the contents of her stomach afterward. I was the fuckup in this relationship, not her.
Molloy played her ace card tonight, though, and in doing so had forced me to fold, with nothing but hearts on display for everyone around us to see.
“Nicely done, baby.” Blowing out a frustrated breath, I clamped a hand on her hip and pulled her close. “You win this round.”
