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He looks at me like I have ten heads.
“What is going on? I’m not finished with you.”
He grabs my hips, and I can feel how hard he is.
“Rio, I know, but I need to go handle this before there’s a mass murder that I’ll have to clean up, and that is not what I want to deal with tonight.”
The rumbling of the bike gets closer.
“Fuck, you have to let me go; he won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head if he sees you touching me.”
“Who?”
That’s the last thing I hear coming out of Dario’s mouth before I feel the loss of his hands on my body as he steps back. I look at him, and his face is white as a ghost.
“Just let me handle this fucker, and we can finish our night.” I smirk at him, but he doesn’t move a muscle, nor does he return the gesture, which only means he knows exactly who just pulled up.
This mother fucker really doesn’t get that I don’t want to see him, talk to him, or anything, and I certainly don’t have to either, even if I am the club princess.
The motorcycle comes to a stop inches away from my feet. I look at his cold, dead eyes.
“D’mitri, why the fuck are you here?”
“Fallon, I call, I text. But since you won’t answer me, I figured, Why not show up and speak to you in person where you can’t ignore me?”
“What the fuck do you want? I thought you were smarter and could take the hint. I blew a bitch’s head off in warning. What makes you think I have anything left to say to you, or better yet, what makes you think I want you anymore? That ship has officially sailed. So please fuck right the fuck off.” I turn my back and start walking to the house.
Big mistake.
“You don’t call the fucking shots.” He grabs my arm harshly, “and most of all, Fallon, I love when you use that smart mouth; it just makes my dick harder. Now, get on the fucking bike,” he growls.
I take this moment to remove his grasp from my arm and insinuate that I will abide by his rules, but I will not. I take a step, rearing back my arm and punching him square in the face. The crunch of his nose is pure satisfaction under my fist, but when I look at his face, I see blood pouring from his nose and a wicked smile. I know I fucked up, and I should have just stabbed him. He laughs, licking his blood.
“You know violence does nothing for me. Stupid girls playing stupid games win even stupider prizes; now get on the fucking bike before I drag you by your fucking hair.” He spits.
Dario thought this was the perfect time to come to my defense.
“Get your fucking hands off of her,” he growls, his hands in fists at his side.
I look at him with wide eyes, like he’s nuts.
“Dario, stay out of it!” I yell.
“Who the fuck is this guy?” D’mitri points.
“D’mitri, let’s fucking go; we don’t need to cause a scene.” I am exasperated by the whole fucking thing.
“No, we will not go until I’m good and ready to go. Now, explain to me who the fuck this Dario is and why he is defending little Fallon’s honor,” he taunts.
I roll my eyes at him, hoping Dario doesn’t say anything slick because I like his mouth and I’d like to use it again soon. So I tell D the first thing that comes to mind other than the earth-shattering orgasm Dario gave me only a few feet away in his SUV.
“He’s the new fighter at my fight nights. Plain and simple.”
“Okay, and why is he here at this party?”
Dario chimes in, “I’m right here, asshole. How about you interrogate me to my face?” he states coolly. Forfucks sake,would these boys just shut the fuck up? This night is never going to end if they both don’t just shut the fuck up.
“Jesus Christ, the two of you. D, let’s go back to my house. Dario, see you for the next fight night,” I wink at him.
