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“Al-Alejandro,” she sobbed.
I rubbed her clit, making her come again, and then I pushed inside of her one final time, growling her name as I spilled inside of her.
CHAPTER NINE
Alejandro
I watched as Elaina threw back yet another shot. Whiler was encouraging her—the little shit—knowing she couldn’t handle her liquor. She’d wake up throwing up, and Joey and I would have to take care of her. Not that we didn’t mind taking care of her; we didn’t. But she was going to be miserable, and that put both of us in a bad mood.
“I’m going to shove my foot up his ass in a minute,” Joey grumbled as he took a seat at the table, a beer in his hand. He’d just gotten back about thirty minutes ago from doing the exchange with the Savage Crows MC’s Texas charter. I’d seen him walk in, but I hadn’t had a chance to speak to him yet. He’d disappeared into the chapel as soon as he and Ink walked through the door.
“How did it go?” I asked, glancing at him before focusing back on our bratty little woman. She knew she wasn’t supposed to drink that much, but she was anyway.
He grunted. “It went alright. Grim said he’s got some trouble over his way.”
I hummed. “Something I need to step in on?” I had my fingers dug into a lot of pies, and the Texas charter of the Savage Crows MC was one of those pies. I usually left them alone though unless Grim specifically reached out for my help. Like me, Grim was a man you didn’t want to cross, and I didn’t want to step on his toes.
That would be a bloody war. His men were like the fucking military—sneaky and organized as fuck.
“Nah. He said he’s handling it, and I trust his word.”
I nodded once, dropping the subject. Elaina threw back yet another shot, and I muttered a curse in my native language before getting up to stop her. She’d had way more than enough. She was basically slumped over the counter—couldn’t even hold herself up anymore.
“Thinking the same thing I am?” Joey asked as he stood as well, passing his still-full beer off to one of the club girls that walked past. She squeaked in surprise before catching the bottle so it wouldn’t shatter on the floor.
“Probably,” I grunted. “She’s had way more than enough.”
Just as I spoke, she tried to stand and fell flat on her ass. Joey marched over and lifted her up, tossing her over his shoulder. Whiler was grinning, fucking wasted himself. Still, I stood in front of him, my hands in my pockets. He arched a brow at me.
Man didn’t have any sense in his head when he was drunk.
“You ever get her that fucking drunk again, and it’s your hands, you hear me? I’ll cut them off and wear them around my goddamn neck as a trophy.”
He just sloppily grinned and nodded his head.
Jesus Christ.
I turned on my heel and followed Joey down the hall, catching the door right before it shut. He was laying her on the bed when I shut the door behind me, and she was giggling, trying to talk him into fucking her.
“But Joooooeeeey,” she whined. “I want you.”
She was pouting. Why did she have to look so good when she pouted? The fucking little vixen.
Joey shook his head. “No, Elaina. You’re drunk—too drunk. You smell like you bathed yourself in alcohol.”
The little brat had the audacity to giggle. She even twirled a blonde curl around her finger. I sighed and moved over to help Joey get her undressed so she could comfortably sleep. “Oooh, Aleeeeee,” she said, dragging out the sound, “will you—”
“No,” I told her, not even letting her finish her sentence. “You need to sleep this off.”
She whined and smacked her hands against the mattress with a small, aggravated scream. Growling at her insolence, I wrapped my hand around her throat, pinning her to the mattress. Joey worked on getting her shorts off of her. “You’re testing my patience, little one,” I warned her. “You know the rules. We won’t touch you if you’re drunk.”
She puckered her bottom lip out. I released her so Joey could slip her shirt over her head and unclasp her bra. “Pretty pretty please?”
Goddammit.
“No,” I snapped.
She burst into tears before rolling away from me and curling into a ball on her side. I sighed and tilted my head back to stare at the ceiling. I didn’t have the patience for her shit tonight.
“Elaina,” I calmly called. She only sniffled, refusing to acknowledge me. Joey just smirked, unable to hide his amusement. Fucker.
“She was under your watch,” he reminded me. I glowered at him. “Your problem tonight, Alejandro. I’m going to get a shower.”
He slipped into the bathroom. I sighed, reining in my aggravation with her. She was drunk and confused, and Joey was right. She was under my watch, and I let her drink too much. It wasn’t all on Whiler, though I sure as hell still wanted to wring his damn neck for this.
