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That’s the kind of man Bryant is. He’s someone who could get me hooked, drag me down to his level until I can’t drag myself out of the hole I’ve found myself in.
And although I love to lose myself, to be free of the restraints my father has on me, to break the rules, I don’t want to meet the same fate my aunt did, and I don’t want to do that to my parents. They won’t survive losing me too.
Hell, I’m pretty sure the only reason they’re still alive is because they had me to worry about. Even if my mother is as self-destructive as they come, she wouldn’t want to leave me without one of my parents.
Bryant tugs me against his body, and I fight the groan that climbs up my throat. He’s fucking ripped under the suit he wears every night I’m here, his hard muscles make it all the more tempting to fuck him, even if it means I have to stop coming here afterward. But men like him don’t like to be walked out on, even if it is just a one-night stand. “Come home with me,” he murmurs against my ear.
I shake my head slowly, plastering a flirty smile on my lips. “We’ve been over this, Bry.”
“No, you’ve been over this. I’m still hopeful you’ll change your mind.” He chuckles.
“This place is crawling with girls who would die to fuck the owner.”
He nods his head against the top of mine. “That’s true. But you know that saying about always wanting what you can’t have?”
“Ah, so I’m just fun for the chase then,” I tease.
“No, Isla. I’m positive you’d be fun for a whole lot more than that.”
I roll my eyes but can’t fight the smile that tips up the corners of my lips. Why does he have to be so damn charming? Why can’t he be the asshole his reputation makes him seem like he is?
I mean, out of his brothers, he is generally known to be the nice one, but that doesn’t mean much when you’re involved in running drugs and guns and God knows what else. When they were kids, they were all nice, but getting involved in the family business has changed them.
“Not tonight.” I shrug.
“That’s what you say every week.”
Before I have a chance to respond, he curses, and when I look up, I see one of his brothers beside us. They all look pretty alike, but from his cold dark eyes, I know this one is Kai. If the rumors about him are even slightly true, he’s a fucking psycho, and not in the fun way. From what I’ve heard, he gets off on hurting people, and he’s one of the reasons I don’t want things to go any further with Bryant.
Kai says something that I can’t quite make out over the deafening music, and Bryant curses before turning his attention back to me. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye, okay?”
I nod, even though I have no intentions of seeking him out again tonight. My resolve is already waning, and too much contact with him is a bad idea.
By the time I turn back to Bree, she’s nodding me back toward the table and I follow her lead. I need the rest of those shots.
Three hours and a whole lot of vodka later, I’m fighting a losing battle with my own body. I’ve popped all the pills I can tonight, or at least the drug dealers in this city won’t sell me anymore because a dead customer isn’t much good to them, and all the alcohol in my system is making me sleepy as hell.
I stumble toward the bathroom looking for Bree, but I have no fucking clue where she went. She was hooking up with some guy, but we have a system. We never leave without at least letting the other one know, and there’s no way she’d leave without telling Miles where she was going.
The line outside the women’s bathroom is the last thing I want to see, and I quickly look around for other places she could be.
As with most nightclubs, there are any number of dark corners for a couple to get up to no good in, but I’ve already checked all the ones I could think of.
I notice the back door is slightly ajar, and after a quick glance at the bathroom line again, I stumble toward it.
I need to go home before I pass out. I went too hard tonight, even for me, and I’m going to pay for those choices if I don’t get out of here.
Raised voices in the alley make me pause, but I can’t quite make out what they’re saying, and the nosey side of me has me creeping closer to get a better vantage point.
“Get her in the fucking trunk,” a man shouts.
“They’re going to fucking kill us for poaching on their territory,” another man says, but he sounds out of breath.
Wait, did he say her?
I peek out the crack in the door, but all I have in my view is a beat-up old Toyota that looks like it should have been retired a long fucking time ago.
“Shut up and do as you’re told.”
