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"Change yourself," he hissed against my lips. "Or I'll rip your clothes off and redress you myself."
I could give him a run for his money if I were sober, but I wasn't even close.
"Fine," I muttered, rolling my eyes. This time Christian waited outside the door. I settled for a pair of black leggings and an oversized KISS t-shirt.
"Is this better?" I stumbled out of the room.
"No more table dancing," he barked.
Chapter 13
Christian
"What are we going to do with her?" Julian asked, gesturing to Harper, who was passed out drunk in the middle of the kitchen floor. The last partygoers had left, and I was ready for bed, but I couldn't leave her drunk on the ground.
"How much did she have to drink?" I groaned, staring down at her.
"She's really bad at beer pong," Link slurred. All eyes flashed to wobbly Link as he swayed back and forth. He was almost as drunk as her.
"I guess we'll take her home," I answered, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
"You want to go into the Villas at this time of night?" Bash scowled. Nobody went into the Villas after dark unless they were looking for trouble—the kind of trouble where you ended up dead or in jail.
"She's not staying here," I hissed. Girls didn't sleep here. They fucked, and then they left. We weren't fucking, so she was leaving. "You wanna take her home with you?"
Bash looked down at her, considering the question, and after several minutes of him considering the question, I punched him in the arm. He was fucking with me, he knew Harper Brooks was off-limits, and I would break his face if he touched her.
I couldn't explain why. I'd never been possessive of a girl before, but I'd also never been told no by someone who meant it before, either. At this point, it was about the challenge.
"What?" He shrugged, rubbing his arm.
"I'll get her," I said, nodding toward Harper. "You guys go pull the Escalade around." The front door opened. "And don't let Link drive. He's as drunk as she is." He was twice her size, which was the only reason he wasn't passed out right beside her.
I waited until I saw headlights before scooping her up and carrying her dead weight to the SUV.
Everyone but Aiden, who was driving, piled in the back. I slid into the front passenger side, situating Harper on my lap before shutting the door behind me.
The Hillside Villas Trailer Park was about fifteen minutes by car from the front gate of my house.
"Which one is hers?" Aiden asked, driving through the trailer park, each trailer we passed looking more run-down than the next.
"I don't know." I shrugged. I didn't know anything about Harper other than she was from the Villas. "Link, which one did you drop her off at?"
"I dropped her down the road," he slurred, his eyes closed as his head leaned against the window.
"I told you to take her home."
"Yeah, well, it was that, or she was going to jump from the moving vehicle."
"Bash, call Piper and see if she knows." Piper was a Villa whore that Sebastian shacked up with occasionally and probably the only person we knew who could tell us.
Bash made the call, and a few minutes later, Piper texted directions.
Entering the directions in the GPS, Aiden followed the directions ending at Harper's trailer.
"That's where she lives?" Maverick muttered as we pulled up to the dilapidated single-wide trailer. It wasn't the fact that it was a trailer that was shocking; it was that it was barely standing. Green algae covered the outside and the sagging porch. Trash was scattered around the yard, plywood covered most of the windows, and I was pretty sure the entire trailer was leaning.
"Now what?" Julian asked from the back once Aiden stopped and flicked off the headlights.
