He’s an attractive guy, in an Old Navy model sort of way. Not hard to look at, but not something I'm dying to jump on.
“No, you don’t.” I say coldly.
“Well, why not?” He smiles, accepting this challenge.
“I don’t typically attend events like this. Pretty stuffy and the view is never great.” I look him up and down.
“Damn.” Brandon says in my ear, and I fight back a smirk. “I’d simply crawl on my knees for you if you looked at me that way.”
Jax gives me a playboy chuckle, dragging me back to the current conversation, and his eyes finally land on mine instead of my breasts, “I see you came with the Karma brothers, what is a good girl like you doing with a group like them?”
“Who says I’m good?” I wink over my drink and take a fake sip, not letting the liquid hit my tongue.
I already saw him sneak in a powder while I wasn’t paying close attention. “Are you saying you like to be bad?” He asks.
I take a step closer to him, letting my breasts brush against his chest. Sneakily I let one hand cup him from the outside of his pants. This distracts him enough that I can start to unravel the vile that Brandon gave me earlier. “I’m saying that if you’re never bad, you never get punished. And what’s the fun in that?” After I whisper my words to him, I lick a line across his neck as I pour the vile in his cup.
“Bingo.” says Brandon, and I can hear the pride in his tone.
“Let’s take this out back, for some privacy,” asks Jax.
I nod, but before we can walk off, he stops me and says, “Let’s not let our drinks go to waste. Bottoms up.” He says, downing his before I even bring my glass to my lips.
“I’m just a little dizzy is all.” I say, slightly leaning against the bar and holding my head. I can see the twinkle in his eye when he thinks he has me fooled.
“Then just finish your drink and we can head outside for fresh air.” He suggests and I nod. This time I bring the glass to my lips as I step to my left to cross paths with another party goer, who completely rails into me. Making me drop my glass and spill the tainted drink.
“Oh shit. I am so sorry!” I say clutching the woman who bumped into me and making sure there was no actual harm done to her. When I see she is all clear I look over at Jax who seems to be getting affected by the poison pretty quickly.
“Please, take me outside, I need to get out of here for a few minutes.” I whine, giving an Oscar-worthy performance as I subtly clutch my stomach.
Jax gives me a relieved nod and starts leading us toward the west exit.
“Dean is out that door, and the van that was waiting has already been taken care of. You just need to get him outside; Teddy is on the roof and Brandon will follow out shortly.” Max informs me in my earpiece, neglecting to tell me where the hell he is. I slightly bob my head, so he knows I heard him.
“I am so sorry, I just don’t feel so good.” I fake wobble in my heels and lean onto Jax.
We reach the door, and he has me exit before him, “Don’t worry you’ll feel better real soon.” He coos.
“I’m sure I will.” I stand up straight and face Jax head-on, all signs of illness gone from my body. He looks confused and goes to turn back towards the door, but there is Max guarding the door. He followed behind us.
“Where were you planning on taking this lovely woman?” Max asks, leaning his head to the side.
“She didn’t seem so well, boss. I was just taking her out for fresh air.” Jax is sputtering over his words, and you can see the oral-paralytic in the poison starting to take effect as he begins to slur. “It’s not wh-what it looks l-like.”
“Are you sure?” asks Dean, making me jump because despite his size I didn’t see him lurking in the shadows. “Because it looks like you were bringing Miss Zoe out here to meet with known Cambions, not to mention the drug you dropped in her drink.” He tsks his tongue three times.
“That is what it looked like.” Brandon appears walking down the alley way.
“Do you know who Miss Zoe really is?” Max steps in close, hovering over Jax’s shorter frame.
“What d-do y-y-you me-eannn..” Jax is starting to realize that he himself has been drugged and his panic is almost palpable. He stumbles to the ground and Teddy appears suddenly, dropping down from somewhere above us. All I can do is shake my head at his crazy ass. So much crazy in such a delicious package.
“Care to share with the class, little devil?” Asks Teddy. For a brief second, I thought he could read my thoughts, but I soon realized he was talking about my identity.
I love this part, so I kneel in front of where Jax has fallen and I whisper, “I’m the fucking Sparrow.”
I see the terror flash in Jax’s eyes, but I only get to revel in it in a second before Dean clocks him in the back of the head and he collapses.
