AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Volts looks at me, perhaps wondering if I've been kidnapped. He knows that I know there's no need for reservations… especially in a place likethis.
"Right," Volts says, clearing his throat. "And who's this?" he asks me, motioning to Asher.
Asher grins and I resist the urge to throat punch him.
"My stepbrother," I answer with clenched teeth.
Volts looks back at his arm tucked possessively around my waist. "Uh, okay. Well, I've put you guys in the corner booth. Hope that's okay."
I grab Asher's hand, shoving his arm away. "Thanks, Volts. My usual, double strength… and keep them coming, please."
Leaving Asher to follow, I head to the booth, sliding in as I do a quick patron check. I can't see many of the Rebels, but that doesn't mean anything. They could turn up later or be in the back room.
Asher sits across from me, pretending to admire the decor. "What a lovely place. I can see why you like it so much."
Sensing my predicament, Volts is at the table quickly, pushing a very boozy drink towards me. "And do you want anything?" he asks Asher.
"Yes, scotch on the rocks. Your best liquor, thanks."
I motion to my drink. "Just… keep them coming, Volts. Don't even be concerned about alcohol poisoning. It would be less painful at this point."
Volts nods, giving me a long stare as if waiting for me to signal my distress. Clearly, I'm motherfucking distressed.
"Aw, don't be like that, Ry. This is fun. Think of all the bonding we can do."
Asher is smirking at me, and I'm tempted to grab his phone and drop it in my drink. He senses my thoughts, pulling it out of my reach.
"This is next level bullshit, Asher."
Volts heads over, dropping Asher's scotch heavily on the table before turning and walking away briskly. He's giving Asher the cold shoulder now, obviously catching on that I'm in a fucked up position. I see him head towards the back room, and realize just how fucked up things are about to get.
A few seconds later, Volts exits the room, followed swiftly by Butch and Vito. Butch looks around sharply, finding me almost immediately. I give him a silent plea to please back off, but he stomps over with Vito in tow.
"Lee, what's going on?" Butch demands, sending Asher a death glare.
If Asher is intimated by Butch, he doesn't show it. After all, they've already met so, I guess there's no need to break the ice.
"Nothing," I reply shortly, downing the entire contents of my drink. I look over his shoulder to Volts, mouthing to him to bring me another drink.
Asher picks up his phone, tapping on the screen as he ignores Butch. Vito sits down next to me, putting his arm on the back of the booth behind my head.
"Is this guy giving you trouble?"
"V," I sigh. "This is my stepbrother, Asher. I promise I'm all good."
Lies.
Vito slams his hand on the table in front of Asher. "Ay. The fuck do you think you're doing here?"
Asher pauses on his phone, giving me a small smile. "It's my baby sister's favorite place. I wanted to hang out with her here."
He looks back at the phone, tapping again. I open my mouth to scald him when I feel a buzz between my thighs.
Oh, no.
NO. NO. NO!
I slam my hand on the table as I look at Vito.
