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“Love You Like Me” from William Singe plays and my eyes catch Wicked’s as they stop roaming my face and come to mine.
“What are you doing, Wicked?”
His hand that’s pressed against the glass behind me slowly slides down until his chest is against mine. “Whatever the fuck I want.” He leans down, dragging his tongue across the curve of my bottom lip, before standing straight. “You want revenge?”
“I do,” I say, brow curved. It’s the only thing that’s distracting me since my heart has gone rogue.
He pushes off the wall, turning his head over his shoulder. I finally peek around his large arms, seeing Khaos sitting on an identical white sofa directly opposite the one that’s beside us.
I look back to Wicked. “That’s hardly fair trade from all of the shit you’ve done to me over the years.”
“Yeah?” Wicked’s brows shoot up. He leans in closer, his hand coming to my inner thigh. My head falls backward and Ifight the groan at the back of my throat. “Need I remind you that you’re marrying someone else?”
Okay, he has a point.
I look between him and Khaos. “You really think you can do this?”
“I know I can.” Wicked pushes off the glass wall, finally giving me space to breathe. Sloane sits smugly on the sofa beside us. “Let’s see who breaks who first.”
I step slowly backward, until I feel Khaos’ hands come to the front of my upper thighs. “Game on.”
Lowering myself onto a waiting Khaos, I drag my fingernail down his pretty face. Khaos is cute. Too cute for someone wearing a cut. But he does have the road name Khaos, so I guess there is that.
His baby blue eyes fall down my chest, and I reach to the back of my dress, unzipping until it falls away and my breasts are out. Thanks to my surgeon, they sit perfectly.
“Goddamn.” Khaos’ hand comes to one, his mouth to the other. I bury my fingers in his hair, my head falling back until my long hair grazes against the edge of my tailbone and I lower myself down to straddle his hips.
“You’re cute.” I ruffle his hair, and he tilts his head up at me, flashing a bright smile. I step back out of his grip, staring over my shoulder at Wicked. Sloane is on her knees in front of him, his hand buried in her hair but his focus is on me. I turn back to Khaos. “But you’re simply not going to work.” Scooping up my dress, I quickly try to make my way out of the booth, only Wicked’s arm flies out against the clear glass. I trace his tattoos with my eyes until they land on his. Fire courses through my veins at how he stares back at me.
“Where you going?”
“To find someone else to fuck.” Casting a quick glance down to the floor. “Enjoy…”
Slipping between the glass wall, I dance my way over to the bar, finding Betty and Jade already there ordering drinks. The music is louder now, the lighting even dimmer than it was when I left.
Jade forces a smile, wincing. “Did they do that thing to you too?”
I grab a shot glass and shoot it back. Betty orders more when she notices I’m going to need it. “No. Because I won’t give him the satisfaction.”
“Well.” Jade turns, leaning her elbows on the bar. “Look, there’s plenty out here.”
“No.” I take another shot, wincing past the harsh sting. “It’s going to take more than a basic boy to piss off Wicked. I can’t be bothered.” My phone starts vibrating against my tits, and I reach in between, seeing Papa’s name flashing over the screen.
“Hello?” I block one ear and make my way through the crowd, ignoring the fact that no one has left the booth. Shoving through the swinging doors into the bathroom, I hear Papa’s voice come through.
“Ruby…” His voice sounds different. Strained. He never calls me by my birth name.
“What’s happened?”
He breathes out loudly. “You need to come home. Both of you.” My blood leaves my body and I pull the door open, taking the steps back to the bar and around to where the booth is, shoving through naked bodies. My fingers are tingling, mind spinning. Something isn’t right. I can feel it.
Just as I reach the booth, Wicked slides out, a scowl on his face. When he sees me, it’s gone.
“What’s wrong?”
“I—” He catches me with his arm when my knees weaken. “I think something bad has happened. We have to go home. Now.” Wicked’s eyes search mine before he takes my handand our fingers intertwine as he moves us through the sea of bodies. I don’t see anything that he does after that. Not him telling everyone to meet us there, nothing. I don’t even fight when he’s shoving a helmet into my chest and starting his bike, because something iswrong. Whether it was Papa’s tone, or my instincts, I can feel it.
Wrapping my arms around Wicked’s body, I squeeze my eyes closed and inhale as the engine growls from beneath me, the wind running its rough fingers through my hair as he whips us forward. I clutch on to his torso, ignoring the memories of the last time I was on the back of a bike with him. What could have happened? Maybe it’s Val. He did disappear earlier on in the night, or Gio? Shit. I can’t think of any other possibilities.
