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With that, he turns and walks back into the club, disappearing into the throng of people. I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to Logan than what meets the eye, but I push the thought aside for now.
“Are you okay?” the girl asks, her eyes filled with concern.
“I’m fine,” I assure her, managing a smile, although that hit sobered me up enough to make me think a little clearer. “Listen, I have to go.” I glance around the bar, something nagging at me.
“What?” She pouts, looking upset.
I’m going to regret this. “Sorry, baby.” I smack a kiss on her face as I weave through the bar. At least when I call Quinn, he won’t be too upset with me—that is until I get outside and run right into the guy who decked me.
At least I had the intent to leave. That has to count for something, right?
Fuck.
4
ARIA
“Quinn, right?” I say, steadying my voice as I finally free the orange Creamsicle candy from its wrapper. If my nerves put me on edge and I get a little smelly, I can totally blame it on the candy. Hopefully. Maybe.
“That’s me,” he says, his eyes on the road. “The one and only.”
“I’m not a fan of bars,” I say carefully as the candy finally pops out of the wrapper and lands in my lap. “In fact, I hate them.” Luckily for me, my voice only wobbles just a little.
“No worries. Stay in the car, all right?” His warm eyes look in the rearview mirror, focusing on me. Naturally, I look away. One of us has to have eyes on the road at all times—preferably the driver. Damn, I need to get my car fixed.
“Right,” I drawl as he turns the corner onto a busy street known for its nightclubs and sins. The air thickens with the smell of alcohol and sweat, mingling with the distant sound of pulsing bass and laughter. Honestly, I never plan to ever enter a bar again for the rest of my life. I’ll sit right here in this car and hope Quinn survives, because Cayenne might kill him and I want to watch.
He whistles when we see the line wrapped around the building, and just as we pull up, the door flings open. One bouncer barely gets out of the way of another before a man casually strolls outside, right into someone’s fist. I’d bet my last good pair of panties that is Quinn’s brother.
“Shit,” Quinn mutters and stops the car in the middle of the road. “Aria.” He turns around, and now I can see his face. It’s distorted by the flashing lights, but it’s enough for me to get a good idea of what he looks like. He has a baby beard, as though he’s trying like hell to grow his beard and it just won’t grow. “I’m going to get out of this vehicle and grab my brother, okay?” He holds my gaze.
I clear my throat and look away. He isn’t intense. Nope, far from it. He’s…comforting. That’s worse.
“Yep,” I answer as I watch the man lying in the street try to get up and fall right back down. “He’s going to hurt himself.” I sigh. “Let me help.”
Why do I open my mouth? Honestly, who the fuck is even in charge of this bitch?
Quinn gives me a crooked smile. Swoon. “I think I can handle a drunk alpha.” He winks and gets out of the car far too fast for me to register his words.
He said alpha, didn’t he?
I turn my phone back on. It rings once before Cayenne picks up.
“If you ever?—”
I cut Cayenne off. “Pit stop. Looks like Dash Clarke got too drunk and picked a fight with someone.” I suck on my bottom lip. “He’s an alpha.”
“I’m getting you another ride.” Her fingers clack in the background.
“I’m okay, Cayenne. These guys don’t feel dangerous. My gut says they are safe.” I smile at her concern. Ever since she found me half dead, she’s been like the overprotective big sister I never had. I lean forward and giggle as I watch Quinn try to lift his brother. “I’m definitely amused. Oh, oh, here comes the bouncer.”
“I’m in,” she whispers to herself. “For the record, you have terrible intuition, and I don’t know Dash, but… Ah, here we are. Dash Clarke. Twenty-six. Hmm, that’s strange.”
“What is?” I ask distractedly as Quinn tries to lift Dash again, only for the larger man to toss himself on the ground and… “I think he’s throwing a mantrum.”
“Typical alpha behavior—throwing a tantrum when they don’t get what they want,” she murmurs.
“Aww, don’t be a beta,” I tease.
