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And Storee—I had specifically told her to never attend The Vault, and here she was.
My heart had stuttered.
I thought of how beautiful she had been, dancing in that simple black dress, her hair curling around her high neck. The butterfly mask on her face doing little to conceal her beauty.
I thought of the way her eyes had flashed when she had seen me, the way she had been outrageously flirting with a complete stranger, in clear defiance of my instructions.
And I thought of the way that cock-less boy had whispered in Storee’s ear. The way he had run his fingers over her body. The way he had stood so close to her, and I felt such deadly rage it scared me.
I would have killed him.
I would have killed him right there. If he hadn’t been a guest, I would have. His lifeless, bloody body with the wolf maskwould have littered my club’s floor if he had even dared push me another second.
An icy shiver ran through my body.
I had wanted to kill for her.
“Locke,” she said, leaning into me so I could hear her over the loud music of the club. “I don’t have to stay.”
“You’re here now,” I said, not wanting to have her leave my side. “I’m not going to allow you and Fiora to leave without my escort. There are too many visitors from the mainland here tonight. It’s not safe. And since I don’t feel it appropriate for me to leave yet, you are here with me until I do. Next to me at all times.”
Braken was the first of my friends to speak. “Well, let’s get these ladies a drink.” He reached for the bottle of chilled champagne in the center of the table and poured Storee and Fiora a glass.
Fiora happily took hers and drank, but Storee seemed uncertain, hesitant.
I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate, but I also didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable next to me either. So I pushed the glass to her and ordered, “Drink.”
I noticed Fiora giggle and lean into Storee’s ear. Though she was trying to be discreet, I could hear her say, “Do you call him Daddy? Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy. How can I please you, Daddy?”
Storee smirked and playfully jabbed her friend in the gut with her elbow.
I didn’t give a fuck if I was coming across as overbearing. She was mine to watch over. And the minute I got distracted, look what happened. I should have known she was coming here. This shouldn’t have been a surprise.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her every move. The way her slender fingers wrapped around the crystal flute, the way shesipped the champagne, the way the bubbles danced on her lips. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her, to claim her as mine. But I knew I couldn’t.
Storee’s eyes met mine. She leaned in closer to me, her body brushing so near that I could feel her heat.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her lips so close to my ear that her breath caressed my skin. “I didn’t mean to make you angry. I know this is your club, and I also know you had asked me to not ever come here. I should have respected that.”
I tried to maintain my composure, but the heat of her body next to mine was making it difficult.
“It’s not just about coming to The Vault. It’s about putting yourself in potentially dangerous situations. You need to be more careful,” I said, my voice low and rough. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
She smiled at me, her eyes lowering to her drink. “I know you don’t.” She took a sip and then added, “But I don’t always need to be your concern. You don’t owe me anything.”
I gritted my teeth, trying to control the urge to pull her onto my lap and show her just how possessive I could be. That she was most definitely my concern, and I owed her everything.
“Your father was my best friend. I owe it to Gabriel to continue to watch over you,” I said, my tone flat and unyielding. “I want to keep you safe. That’s all.”
She frowned at me, her eyes searching mine. “The Vault isn’t dangerous. Sex isn’t dangerous.”
“The people who come here can be, and the sex we like… can most definitely be dangerous.”
I glanced at my partners, my best friends, my found family sitting around the table and knew these men would always have my back. They’d make sure nothing would happen to me, and also that nothing would happen to Storee. But that still didn’t mean I felt she was safe in an environment like this.
Especially tonight.
The theme for the party was Heathens for a reason. Simply casting my eyes out to the crowd full of naked people engaged in sexual acts made me worry for her safety. It wasn’t just the risk of physical danger, but also the emotional danger of being in a place like this. I didn’t want her to be exposed to that kind of debauchery, to be corrupted by the darkness that lurked in the shadows of this club. I wasn’t so naïve as to believe she was a virgin, but she most definitely wasn’t experienced in anything besides a vanilla-flavored dick from time to time.
