I take another look at my sexy-as-fuck blonde and she’s still a little stiff as she orders a drink. Right now I wish Tony would let Cindy take over that end of the bar. He’s quick to get their orders and adds a little flourish to the pour of citrus vodka before adding some tonic or some shit to it. A girly drink. Yeah, she’s definitely a good girl.
Her friend orders a Long Island Iced Tea, and I snort. Of course she would. I clench my teeth. That drink could put a wrench in my plans. I’m not sure I want her friend getting wasted. I need Blondie coming home with me, not babysitting her reckless friend.
Blondie cocks her head and her friend holds up one finger. I grin. Good. Well that solves that problem.
The two of them keep chatting, but it’s mostly her friend doing the talking while Blondie just shakes her head and smiles. I can’t hear a damn thing they’re saying over the music.
I wish I could. I’m trying to think of how to cut in and lay on the charm. But I don’t know shit about this broad.
My girl looks like she doesn’t belong here. And she doesn’t. Neither of them do. This is where the Koranav hangout. Everyone knows it in this town. The women in here are dancing to catch our attention. The men are Koranavs or prospects, or maybe associates. They're all men who are in on the business. Everyone knows what this place really is. Cops too, but they can’t prove a damn thing.
Not that it matters. This is just where we hang out and relax, not do business. To be honest, I still don’t feel like I fit in here. Not unless Needles is with me, or Nikolai.
I may be under the boss’s thumb, but I don’t like associating with most of these pricks. I look to my right. Like Jackson. I could do without this asshole. Still, it’s nice to get a drink. And in this town, this is the place to go to unwind.
Plus it’s expected of me. If I didn’t show up… well, that’s not a good look.
This sweet little thing obviously doesn’t know shit. And it doesn’t look like her friend does either. I want it to be true 'cause that makes it all the more challenging, and it means she doesn’t already have an opinion of who I am and what I do.
Blondie twists in her seat to reach down from her spot on the stool. The sight of her bending over to pick up her clutch makes my dick jump in my pants. Her long blonde hair sways gently as she sits upright and finally relaxes a bit.
I catch her peeking up at me through her thick lashes, but I keep my gaze focused on the TV at the back of the bar. I watch from the corner of my eyes as she takes a sip of her drink and a small smile slips into place. She sets the glass down carefully on the napkin and takes another covert look around.
The guys have eyes on her even though she doesn’t know it. Plenty of cops have come in here. We don’t do business here for that reason. It’d be fucking stupid to.
It’s obvious to me she’s not undercover, but the easiest way to tell if a woman is a cop is to try to fuck 'em. Jackson gets up from his seat next to me and licks his lips. His eyes are steady on the two of them.
That’s not gonna fucking happen. Not her, and not her friend. He’d blow this for me for sure.
I strong-arm him, stopping him from getting all the way up and his ass falls back onto the stool. A few people look up interestedly, including Blondie, but I don’t give a fuck. I shake my head with a grin, and the fucker actually pouts like I just took away his puppy.
She’s mine, and he’s not ruining this for me.
He looks me in the eyes and grudgingly gives in. “Fine, she’s all yours.”
I may not be high in the ranks. Shit they may not even think I really belong here, but I can sure as fuck call dibs on whoever I want. Simply because I’m a tough motherfucker, and everyone in here knows I could take them if I wanted. Shit, Vlad wanted me as a muscle man in the mob. Took a lot of guts for me to tell him it wasn’t going to happen. I wanted my shop and my art more than anything else. I thought it was going to be a showdown. Thank fuck for Nikolai.
Either way, I’m all hard muscle and every fucker in here knows not to mess with me. A few had to learn the hard way. A few others picked fights with me just to see if they’d win. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit cocky about going undefeated. Either way, Jackson has a reputation for fucking. Mine is for fighting.
If I want something, I’m gonna get it and no one’s stupid enough to get in my way. Of course if it was Vlad or Nikolai, it’d be a different story. The boss and the underboss are two people I don’t fuck with.
But they aren’t here tonight, and no one’s gonna stop me from pulling that dress up and feasting on that delicious pussy I know is between those thick thighs.
I down my beer and get up, ready to find out how sweet and innocent Blondie really is.
Chapter 3
Madeline
Trouble.
That’s the only word I can think of when I lay eyes on the stranger dressed all in black. Tall, dark-haired and incredibly handsome, the dude literally takes my breath away. At the other end of the bar with one other guy and throwing back shots of what I think is whiskey, he’s sitting there, staring at me with an intensity that makes me shiver all the way from across the room.
I can’t get over how handsome this guy is, tattoos and all. Seriously, I’m not one for tattoos, but this guy is so sexy that his ink only adds to his appeal.
I stare back, challenging him to look away. He doesn’t, and I’m almost spellbound by the way he continues to look at me. His gaze is so intense that I swear that my ovaries are doing the hokey-pokey.
But why is he staring at just me?
I know I’m not ugly, but there’s a sea of beautiful women on the dance floor who are probably more than willing go home with this guy and ride him like a mechanical bull.
Who says he’s looking at me because he wants to take me home and have sex? I wonder, even though I know that’s what most men in the club are here for. He might just think I look good.
I’m comforted by the thought and feel a surge of confidence at being admired, but the look in the handsome man’s eyes says otherwise. It seems to say, ‘You’re mine, and there’s nothing you can do about it.’
I’m suddenly irritated. This is a guy, I feel, who’s used to getting his way with women.
Well, he won’t have his way with me, I vow. I don’t care how hot he is.
I’m about to turn my nose up, you know, to give him the proverbial snub, when the guy sitting next to him jumps up. I hadn't noticed him until this moment, but he's a hot piece of ass himself, and I wouldn't mind it if he came over to say hi. But oh no, Mr. Sexier's ass isn’t having it. He jumps up right after him and practically strong-arms the poor guy back down into his seat. The two exchange words before Mr. Sexier turns his intense gaze back on me. My heart thumps in my chest.
Oh no he didn’t.
“Holy shit!” Katie exclaims over the heavy thumping bass of the music and gawks. Just a second ago she'd been laughing with some annoying douche who’d bought her a drink, but apparently she has her eyes on the two of them, too. “Did you just see that? Dude just made that guy sit down like he was in time out.”
My mouth open and suddenly dry, I’m unable to respond because Mr. Sexier begins moving through the sea of undulating bodies toward our end of the bar. Even the way he moves is sexy, gliding forward with incredible swagger.
“I gotta go,” I squeak suddenly, ready to make a run for it. There’s no way I'm sticking around to be accosted by Satan himself.
“Oh no you don’t, missy,” Katie growls, clamping an arm down on my wrist and holding me in place. “You’re going to sit right here until Mr. Tall Bottle of Champagne gets to meet you.”
“Let me go,” I hiss, watching the man, who's almost halfway to us. I can’t believe Katie is doing this to me. I’m totally petrified. “I don’t wanna talk to that guy.”
Katie scowls at me in disbelief. “You’re crazy. Do you see how hot he is?” She stares right at him, and I wanna hide. She’s making it so obvious!
“That
’s the very reason I’m trying to get away. Now let go!” I try to pry her fingers off, but Katie is a stubborn bitch.
“No,” Katie refuses. “You’re going to give this guy a chance. Live a little.”
Bitch.
I tug sharply, trying to disengage from Katie’s grip and run for safety, but she suddenly appears to have the super strength of Wonder Woman and I’m kept in place. I’m about to summon everything I've got to shove Katie off her barstool, but too late. Trouble has arrived.
“Mind if I have a seat?” asks a deep, sexy voice that sends goosebumps up along my arm. I almost close my eyes as my pussy clenches with need.
I turn to look up into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, and my breath catches in my throat. Now that he’s up close, I can see he’s even more handsome than he looked from across the bar, if that’s even possible. His features are perfectly chiseled, with a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones and a cleft in his chin. The way his dark hair hangs down just above his eyes makes him look all the more enigmatic.
I can see the tattoo on his arm clearly now. It’s a serpent, and it’s a beautiful piece of art. It wraps around his arm in a tight coil. The rest of the sleeve is jam-packed with a combination of scrolls and intricate designs, with layers of colors that blend seamlessly. I find my eyes focusing on all the detail and wondering how long it took. Hours, no, days. And holy hell, it must’ve hurt.
Katie turns in her seat and smiles up at the stranger, acting as if she hasn’t just held me hostage. “Not at all, Mr….?”
“Zane,” the handsome man supplies.
Fuck. Even his name is sexy. There’s no way I’m going to survive this. This is what I get for spending so much time away from men. The first one that gives me any attention is knocking me flat on my ass.
Katie beams and offers her hand. “Nice to meet you, Zane. I’m Katie, and this is my friend Madeline.”
I lean over and whisper in Katie’s ear, “I am SO going to kill you for this.”
Zane quickly shakes Katie’s hand and then offers me his. I stare at it for a moment like it’s a snake before taking it. The minute our hands touch, I feel a jolt of electricity go up my arm. Seriously, it’s like a thousand volts just shot through my body and I swear my hair must be sticking up like I just stuck my finger in a power outlet. I wanna pull away, but I can’t. I’m paralyzed.
“Nice to meet you, Madeline,” Zane says in that deep, throaty voice of his, shaking my hand, unaware that his touch is doing some serious things to my body. After a moment, he lets go of my hand and I feel a twinge of disappointment.
“Nice to meet you, too,” I manage, but I’m barely audible over the music and I’m sure Zane doesn’t hear me. He doesn’t seem to care though, and his eyes continue to burn into me.
Katie suddenly jumps off her stool. “I was just telling Maddy here that I needed to take a tinkle.” She motions at the packed bar. “You can have my seat until I get back.” Oh. My. God. She did not just say tinkle. Kill me now.
Before I can object, Katie takes off like a speed demon, leaving me all alone with Zane.
Katie, you are dead, I send telepathically, wishing bad luck on my best friend for her treachery.
Zane nods at Katie’s seat. “You mind?” I catch a whiff of alcohol on his breath. Whiskey. I don’t drink whiskey. Personally, I hate it. But the faint smell of it on his breath combined with his unique, masculine smell makes me want to lean into him.
Do you even have to ask?
I’m actually kind of surprised by Zane’s manners, considering that he looks like a fellow who takes what he wants without asking.
Not trusting myself to speak, I shake my head. Zane grins and sits down next to me. Being this close to him, I feel my body temperature rise. I almost feel like I need a fan.
Not noticing my discomfort, Zane signals the bartender, but the man who poured my earlier drink nods to the female bartender. She’s a slim brunette with big tits. She’s in the middle of serving some guy a drink, but I swear she puts on speed boots to get over to us.
“What will it be, honey?” she rasps breathlessly, looking like she’s ready to bend over right then and there and let Zane fuck her in front of the entire crowd. Suddenly I’m wishing the other bartender were here, and not this bimbo.
I start to look away to give them some fucking privacy, but Zane doesn’t pay her an ounce of attention and replies, “A cosmo for my lady friend here.”
What the hell? I wonder. Is he a mind reader, too?
“Nothing for you, Zane?” she asks, putting emphasis on his name. I’m reading her loud and clear, but if Zane is, he isn’t showing it.
“Nah,” he says, putting a hand on my barstool, a little too close to my ass. “Just my girl’s drink.” My girl’s? I feel a blush rise up my chest and into my cheeks. I have to admit, being called his girl feels nice. But I’m quick to push those emotions down.
The bartender looks at me for a second with disdain, and then she looks back at Zane and winks. “One cosmo, coming right up.” She sashays off to the mixer, swinging her hips with every step.
I decide to ignore both his hand and claim on me and instead I gape at Zane with shock when she’s gone. “How the hell did you know I liked cosmos?”
Zane grins, a boyish grin that makes my inner voice scream at me to run away now before it’s too late. “I’m good at reading women.” His eyes seem to say, ‘That’s not the only thing I’m good at, either.’ And I believe it.
“Can you read my horoscope, too?” I ask playfully. You know, the one that says that if I don’t get away from you now, I’m in serious trouble?
“Huh?” he asks and I almost laugh.
Instead I smile and toy with the empty glass in front of me, running my fingers down the stem and leaning into the bar. I shake my head and say, “Nothing.”
The brunette's back in a flash with my drink. “Anything else, handsome?” She’s trying hard to get Zane’s attention, practically sticking her tits in his face. But he only has eyes for me.
“Nah, that’s all.” He tries to give her a tip, but she pushes it away.
“It’s on the house,” she purrs as another patron calls for her service. She leaves with a wink, saying, “If you need anything else, just holler. It’s always my pleasure to please.”
I’m not absolutely certain, but I’m pretty sure Miss Minx was letting Zane know that she's down to fuck whenever he's ready.
“Do you get that all the time?” I have to ask, even though I already know the answer. He’s fucking hot. Of course he does.
Zane shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “I’m used to it.” He stares at me. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
Yep. He’s a mind reader.
Shaking my head, I take a sip of my cosmo. I’m impressed. It’s actually really good. I half-wonder if she spit in it though, just to spite me. “No, actually. Katie and I are new in town. We move into our new place tomorrow.”
Zane looks very interested. “Oh yeah? Where at?”
Alarm bells go off in my head. Don’t tell him where. I don’t know why I don’t want to tell Zane where I’ll be living. It’s not like he would stalk me considering he can have any woman he wants.
“1212 Candyland Road,” I lie. And the drink must be hitting me, because that is a horrible street name to think up. This town isn’t that big. He’s gonna know.
Zane makes a face. “Candyland Road? I’ve lived here all my life and never heard of that street.”
I gesture vaguely and take another sip. “It’s near the edge of town.”
“Oh, okay.” From his demeanor, I can tell Zane knows I’m bullshitting, but he doesn’t press the issue. He gives me a grin and leans forward, looking like my lie was more amusing than anything else.
“Aren’t you going to order yourself a drink?” I ask. I really don’t wanna get wasted while he’s sober. I’m actually surprised he’s not showing any signs of being tipsy with those shots he downed.
“Nah
. I think I’ve had one too many shots of whiskey.”
“I saw.” I smile playfully. “How about something a little lighter, then? Like my cosmo?” It’s not in my nature to share a drink, but the thought of this man taking a sip from this girly glass makes me smile. Shit, maybe I’m already a little tipsier than I thought.
“Nah. Not my style. Besides, cosmos are pussy drinks.”
I know I should be turned off by his crude words and the diss on my drink, but the way he says it summons up the image of him down in between my legs and his powerful jaws clamped down on me.
Jesus, I haven’t even known him more than five minutes and I’m already thinking dirty thoughts. Get a hold of yourself, Maddy!
“Hey, they're not that bad,” I protest, hoping he's not clued in to the dirty image flashing through my mind. My nipples are hard, and my breathing is coming up short though. I clear my throat and take a quick drink. I need to get a grip.
“I’ll stick with whiskey, or vodka,” he replies as he shakes his head.
“You’re missing out,” I say as I take another sip of my drink.
“Doubt it. I’m particular with my intake of sweets.” The way he looks at me drives home his pun.
I nearly spit out my drink into his lap. Holy crap. Did the bastard know I was just thinking about him between my legs? I try hard not to let on that I’m picking up what he’s throwing down, but judging by the smirk on his face, he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Cocky bastard.
“So what brings you two to this shithole town?” Zane asks, looking as if he's trying not to laugh at my reaction. “Wait, let me guess. You’re both going to the state university?”
I gulp, trying to keep my mind clear of that image of him eating me out. “Yeah.”
He grins. “I knew it.”
“What about you? Do you go to college there, too?”
A dark shadow passes over Zane’s face and I feel like I’ve hit a nerve. “No,” he says flatly after a second. That heat flowing through my body chills some. He obviously didn’t like that question. Shit, I’m not buzzed enough not to realize his displeasure. It was just an innocent question though. I retreat to my drink.