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“What I think, Storee, is that you’re making me look like a fool,” he boomed, his hands falling to his sides. “Get your ass back to my table. Now.” He then glared at Fiora. “You shouldn’t have brought her here.”
Fiora opened her mouth to protest, but then clearly thought better of it and shut her lips with a nod.
“We can go,” she suggested.
“No. The damage has been done. She betrayed my trust and came. So why leave now?”
His words cut me to the core, and I felt a stab of pain deep in my chest. The pain was so intense that it was all I could do not to double over. The last person I wanted tobetraywas Locke.
The wolf-stranger stepped in, his voice low. “There’s no need to be a dick about it,” he said. “Just tell her to go if you want her to go.”
Locke turned, his glare locking on the man. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do and how to do it?”
The man took a step forward, his lips curling back into a deadly smile. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, old man. Now, I suggest you back up before I lose my temper.”
I stood frozen as the two men squared off, each of them standing their ground in front of me. My heart skipped as I looked from one to the other, wondering if the night could possibly get any worse.
Locke’s hands balled into fists, and he took another step toward the stranger. “Listen, little boy.Youdon’t know who the fuckyou’redealing with. So unless you want to find out the hard way, get the fuck out of my club.”
“Yourclub?” the man asked. Realization of who Locke was must have sunk in. “I uh… sorry. I don’t want any issues. Your club, your rules.”
The man cast me one last look, his eyes filled with a flicker of new fear, before he turned and melted into the throng of people on the dance floor.
Locke wrapped his arm protectively around me, pulling me close to his side. He led me back to his VIP table in the furthest corner of the room, which was full of the co-owners of The Vault. My feet felt like lead as I stumbled along beside him. I could feel Fiora trailing behind us.
“Locke…” I tried to explain.
“I don’t want to hear it,” he said, his voice harsh. “Just sit down with us. With me.”
He was tense as he walked, the angry energy rolling off of him in black waves.
Locke slid into the leather booth, eyeing me with a frown as I followed him, feeling the stares of judgment from his friends. I didn’t know all of them well, but I knew them enough to hate the fact that they had seen me grinding against some stranger in a wolf mask. All of these men had been friends with my father. It was almost as if I had been caught by a room full of my… dad. A room full of watchful dads.
I wanted to crawl under the table and hide, but I forced myself to hold my head high, hoping to appear strong despite my complete humiliation.
No one spoke, but the silence felt awkward. And invasive. I could feel their eyes boring into me, weighing me down.
Fiora scooted in next to me and whispered in my ear, “There could be worse places we are forced to sit in our ‘time out.’” I saw the way she scanned her eyes across the table of men.
Yes, they were all handsome in their own way. All of them were packed with muscle. All of them were cut from the same cloth as Locke.
All of them were scary.
She was right; it could be worse.
Except I still had to face Locke.
My blood turned to ice as I tried to figure out what I was going to say. I had no excuse. He was right. I’d betrayed his trust. I had known The Vault was off limits.
But when I turned to find his gaze, his eyes were burning into me, and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say that would make things better.
Chapter 10
Locke
That boy had been lucky I hadn’t cut off every single one of his fingers for daring to touch Storee the way he had. I had never felt such a possessive rage in my life.
Homicidal.
