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I have half a mind to leave the club while the two of them are distracted.
Unfortunately, with Everly on the way, I have no choice but to sit in place.
I scoot farther back, practically sinking down into the seat to ensure I won’t be seen when they turn around.
Both order beers, the bottles in their hands as they turn back to survey the club. Lights beam down in multi-colored streams that don’t manage to touch their bodies where they stand.
I sink lower into the seat, and I’m about to crawl beneath the table when Jackass pulls a phone from his pocket, nudges the twin with his elbow, laughs, and then sets his beer down to tap out a message with his thumbs.
Finishing that, he turns to look at the stairs leading to the second floor. A quick glance between them then they head that direction, oblivious of the women around them who are practically spinning in place to keep them in view.
As they head up the stairs, I breathe out a sigh of relief, but then I feel sorry that Ames will have to deal with them.
For the first time, I’m actually happy that Granger is so possessive of Ames. He’ll keep those two away from her. And if they push their luck, he’ll toss them out of the club onto their asses.
Maybe it won’t be so bad to stick around for that.
Smiling to myself at the thought, I wait until they’re upstairs before standing up to walk to the bar for another soda.
“Damn it, Everly, where are you?” I mumble to myself before Harrison approaches with a new drink in hand.
I’m glad he knows me and knows why I don’t drink alcohol the majority of nights that I’m here. He never tries to push me into buying expensive cocktails.
My nerves have a choke hold on my throat, and I’m not sure I could ask for a drink if I were required. Instead, I just nod my head in thanks, turn and scan the club again before directing my attention to the front door.
Minutes tick by like hours, becoming days, months and years. I’m aging as I stand here, grey hairs popping up on my head as the time drags on.
That’s how I feel, at least.
I’m normally a patient person, but this situation with Everly has stripped me of the ability.
“Ugh. Where the hell are you?”
I can’t stop whispering the question to myself.
And as each word floats across my lips, I wonder if Everly will arrive at the club at all.
Shane
Paul Rollings.
I laugh quietly to myself as we climb the stairs to the second floor of the club, my lips quirking at the corners. My fingers clutch the neck of the beer bottle in my hand, the sweating glass cold against my skin.
Fucking dumbass.
I can’t believe Paul actually thinks he stands a chance in hell of getting even with me for fucking Hillary.
If anything, he should be thanking me for saving him from a life of absolute misery being married to that bitch, but no.
Much like everybody else who surrounds me, he’s failed to see what I’ve done for him and wants to be pissed off instead.
The texts I received from him just now confirm it.
Supposedly, he and his merry band of dipshits are planning on kicking my ass as soon as they see me again.
I invited them to the club to make good on that threat.
It’s still to be seen whether he’ll accept the offer and show up.
