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“Define drunk,” I reply, dodging the angry guy’s glare as I move toward a corner to hear him better. “I’m just enjoying the night, man.”
“Where are you?”
“At the usual spot,” I say, taking another sip from my bottle. “Why, are you going to join the party?”
“Damn you, Dash. A friend just called in a favor. I have to run out,” he says, the annoyance in his voice evident. “And try not to start any fights, okay?”
“No promises!” I laugh, hanging up. I turn back to the girl, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wish my blood would rush to my cock, but instead, it’s as flaccid as a noodle.
She pouts playfully. “Leaving so soon?”
“Oh no, baby, I’m all yours.” I wink, earning another giggle from her. The guy disappeared, so I guess we are good to go.
The girl presses closer, her body moving in sync with mine as we lose ourselves in the pulsing rhythm. Her hands roam over my chest, and I let my own hands slide down to her waist, pulling her flush against me. The heat between us builds, and I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear. The scent of her hair, like coconut and sunshine, fills my senses.
“What do you say we get out of here?” I murmur, my voice low and husky.
She pulls back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Lead the way.”
We weave through the crowd, my hand clasped tightly around hers as I try to navigate us out of the club. The music thumps in the background, a constant reminder of the night’s energy.
“I said she’s with me,” a voice rumbles in my ear.
The angry guy from earlier blocks our path, his face contorted with rage. I sigh, realizing this night might not end as pleasantly as I hoped.
“Look, man, we were just dancing. No need to get all territorial,” I say, trying to defuse the situation. The crowd around us senses the tension, creating a bubble of space.
He’s not having it. He shoves me hard, sending me stumbling back into the crowd. The girl gasps, her eyes wide with fear and excitement.
I regain my balance, my own anger rising. I’m not one to back down from a fight, but I know Quinn will have my head if I get into trouble again. Unfortunately, the taste of blood in my mouth from a split lip adds to my need to fight.
“Let’s just go,” I say to the girl, reaching for her hand, but the guy isn’t done. He swings at me, his fist connecting with my jaw. Pain explodes through my face, and I taste more blood.
The club erupts into chaos. People shout and push, trying to get away from the fight. I dodge another punch, my reflexes kicking in. Years of scrapping on the streets have made me quick on my feet. Adrenaline heightens my senses, every movement around me magnified.
Oh shit, Quinn is going to be furious with me. The thought of his disappointment stings more than the punch, but right now, I need to focus on getting out of this mess.
Just as the guy winds up for another swing, a voice cuts through the chaos. “Break it up!”
A man steps between us, his presence commanding attention. He’s tall, with a sharp suit and an air of authority that makes everyone around him pause. “That’s enough,” he states firmly, placing a hand on the guy’s chest and pushing him back.
The angry guy hesitates, then steps back, muttering under his breath. The man turns to me, his gaze assessing. “You okay?”
I nod, wiping the blood from my lip. “Yeah, thanks.”
“Name’s Logan,” he says, extending a hand. “I saw what happened. You handled yourself well.”
I shake his hand, appreciating the firm grip. “Dash. Thanks for stepping in.”
“No problem,” Logan replies, glancing at the girl beside me. “You should get her out of here. Things might get heated again.”
I nod, turning to the girl. “Come on, let’s go.”
We weave through the crowd, Logan following close behind to ensure we make it out safely. It’s crowded, and everyone and their mother is way too curious.
“Thanks again, Logan,” I say, taking a deep breath as we reach the coat room.
He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Just doing my part. Be careful out there, Dash.”
