I stare at the wall for another few minutes, then say fuck it. It’s past her curfew.
Quickly dressing, I grab my keys and head across town to theGravel Pit. Last time we were here, Atlas started a bar fight. Hopefully, she’s not with anyone because no one else is here who can pull me off some guy if he touches what’s mine.
Pulling into the farthest part of the lot, I spot Mila’s car toward the entrance. Smart girl.
As I head into the bar, I tap out a message to Seth.
Me: You up?
Seth: Sleeping.
Me: Unless you can sleep text, meet me at the Gravel Pit.
Seth: It’s almost midnight.
Me: Glad you can tell the time. See you soon.
Seth: Asshole. Fine.
Now that’s settled, and I know Seth is coming, I head inside and start looking around for my girl. It doesn’t take me long, because Mila is holding court at a table with three guys.What the fuck?
The bar area is relatively crowded still, and the music is so loud I can feel it through the soles of my shoes. I hate this place. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to drinking or having a good time, but I’m about to commit multiple felonies; plus, I really think this place is bad luck.
Taking a deep breath, I head for the bar first. If I go over to that table, I’ll end up murdering at least one of the men sitting there. If I wait a bit, not only will Seth be here, but also I won’t have to maim anyone alone. If I go to jail, I won’t have free access to my girl.
Ordering a soda from the bar, I turn back toward the table where my future sits. It’s dark, but from what I can tell, all three guys are on the smaller side. One has dark hair and the other two are lighter. The one with dark hair puts me in mind of that guy from the bakery, and I want to rip his arm off as he puts it around Mila.
Not wanting to wait for Seth a moment longer, I abandon my drink and head for their table. I can take on all three; plus, I doubt Seth will let me actually murder one of them. Let’s hope he gets here sooner than later.
“Hello, Wife,” I greet when I make it to their table. The music is loud, but when she jumps, I know Mila heard me. Turning to face me, her eyes widen and she opens her mouth, then quickly closes it.
“Who the fuck are you?” One of the light-haired guys looks me up and down. I hope he likes what he sees, because I might be the last thing he ever does.
“That’s my roomie—Kash.” she slurs. “He calls me his wife, but we’re not married.”
“Yet,” I cut in.
“Yet,” she parrots, trying to shrug out of the dark-haired man’s embrace. I tense when he tightens his hold on her, making Mila flinch.
“I suggest you remove your arm from her if you want to keep it attached to your body.” Staring him down, I pray that he tries me on this. Apparently sparring with Seth didn’t get enough of my aggression out.
“Easy, pretty boy. We’re just having a conversation with our girl.”
Yeah, I may just kill him anyway.
Sliding into an empty spot of the booth, I lean closer to him. The two other guys apparently have more sense because they’re quickly sliding out of the circular booth on the other side, heading for somewhere else.
“Kash—” Mila hiccups. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I ask with a tilt of my head. The soon-to-be dead man with his arm around my girl is starting to look a little less brave.
“I’m Richie.” He holds out his hand, like I’m going to shake it instead of breaking it for touching my girl.
What a fucking jackass. Lifting a brow, I glance at Mila. She’s so getting a spanking later.
“Something you want to tell me, Sweet Girl? Am I crashing your date withRichie?”
“No,” she replies, shaking her head. “Richie was keeping me company for a bit.”
