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He shouts with pain and narrows his eyes at me, malice gleaming in their dark depths. Oh, shit.
“She said no,” a deep voice says.
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Enzo
This is going to get messy. I can already tell.
Nico advances on the drunk guy who is manhandling the cute little thing we saw come in a while ago. She’s obviously not interested but Mr. Unlucky is not taking the hint.
“She said no,” Nico says, walking up to him.
I follow behind him, keeping a distance close enough to observe but far enough away to respond.
With this particular interaction, I’m not worried. Nico is formidable on his best days. When he’s in a mood like tonight? Let’s just say people naturally give him a wide berth.
At six foot two and with a lean-but-muscular build – he can handle himself. My presence is mostly to prevent it from turning into a melee.
A small smile creases my face when I watch the drunk size up Nico.
“Look man, I got her first. Go find your own,” he slurs, his drunken gaze locked in on the girl’s body.
I’d have to get closer to really see her features, but even in the dark shadows of the club I can tell she’s hot in that innocent, vulnerable kind of way. I can’t fault the man’s taste, but his methods are about to get him killed.
Defending a damsel in distress from a scumbag? It’s a noble first kill, that’s for sure.
Nico mutters something to the man that makes him pale, but his talons are still latched onto the girl’s arm.
Not good, buddy. Walk away if you want to live through the night.
I step closer and take in the girl for the first time. She’s absolutely stunning – even as she trembles in fear.
Goddamn, looking at her is like taking a punch to the gut. She’s classically beautiful and her body is encased in a shiny, tight dress that showcases her curves. I can’t stop looking at the crease between her hips and her thighs.
When I finally look at her face, I feel a surge of anger. She’s terrified and I want to punch this fucking asshole for making her scared like this. Her big brown eyes are wide and her full lips are trembling as she glances between Nico and the drunk asshole.
My hands tense with the urge to push past Nico and punch this drunk. I don’t want the pretty girl to shake in fear any longer. I’m expected to be the patient one to Nico’s hotheadedness, but it’s not in my nature. I’m the muscle – I wasn’t raised to be strategic or to toy with my victims. I was raised to be a soldier. To fight – brawl – and take what I want.
Nico and I are brothers, but by adoption, not blood. Unlike me, Nico was born with his future already decided. He will be Don. I had to prove myself worthy. Until the age of fifteen, it was assumed that I would be one of the many foot soldiers that serve the family.
Not anymore. I’m part of the inner circle now – but violence is still my favorite solution. Let the leaders negotiate and talk – I want to be the one who sees blood.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here,” The drunk attempts to move closer, stumbling slightly, and catching himself with an outstretched hand on the girl’s bare thigh.
She cringes and tries to back away from him and he grips her tighter, his fingers digging into that luscious creamy white skin.
Fuck. No.
I see red. Nico is too slow to react, so I lunge forward and grab the man around the neck, dragging him away from her.
He chokes and sputters beneath my hold – the alcohol in his system delaying his processing of what is happening.
By the time his legs start to kick and his body thrashes, I’ve already gotten the upper hand and pinned him against the wall with the force of my weight.
I squeeze his throat, enjoying the way his beady little eyes bulge as his skin turns from tan to pale to red. This is my favorite part – watching as their choices start to flash before their eyes and they realize they’ve lost.
He’s a big guy. Bigger than most of our men. He’s probably used to getting away with whatever he wants based on that.
