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She got ready to land another strike as my wide eyes locked on her hand, but her boyfriend intervened and grabbed her arm. “Easy, baby, easy… Come on, let’s go outside and talk about this.”
The cheating asshole was a smooth talker and clearly tried to patch up his adultery. He wanted to win her back. If he didn’t, there’d be no piece of ass tonight.
She shouted, “I’m done talking because we’re through! I’m…”
Her bitter words followed them straight out of view, and from the sound of it, he’d deal with blue balls for the rest of the evening. Asshole deserved it, but I didn’t deserve a gash on my lip from the hellcat who pounced on me.
I stumbled toward the ladies’ room. “Shit…” I bumped into the wall before I wandered into the bathroom.
My lip was vaguely sore until I peered in the mirror and saw the damage. Why does a cut hurt more once you see the wound?
I dabbed a damp paper towel at the blood. “Fuck.”
The cut hurt like a bitch. The wild cat could scratch. I’d give her that.
Blood swirled down the drain and mixed with the whirl of dizziness from all the alcohol I had consumed.I had wanted to get drunk, and I had achieved that goal. But my intoxicated judgment had cost me more.
My bladder was full, and I took advantage of the empty stall with my thong around my ankles before I even closed the door. The need to pee was fierce, and I lost track of the time as I turned my cell phone back on, realizing it was past midnight.
“Jesus,” I hissed as my head continued to spin, and I struggled with my panties.
I should head home and crawl into bed without a sound. Yeah, right! Not in this inebriated state!
I shrugged my shoulders and remembered Sebastian was a sound sleeper. He could sleep through a hurricane and the house could come crashing down on him. He wouldn’t even notice. Not until the bastard woke up in a pit of flames burning in hell.
I giggled at the thought and touched my hand to my forehead. I wished I could see straight, but I had no luck, not one ounce, as I headed to exit the restroom. I knew I’d have a hangover tomorrow.
My luck only got worse when the door swung open, and there was a bouncer. One of Sin and Saint’s goons blocking my way without an escape in sight. The same guy who I dealt with last time at the club, and he gave me the fucking creeps.
I snapped, “What the hell do you want?”
He stepped forward and huffed, “These are for you.”
An arrangement magically appeared from behind the big guy’s back, wrapped in a decorative paper. Clearly, a bouquet was underneath as the white petals peeked through and he handed it to me. The gift was heavier than I expected, and it was an unwanted gesture.
“For me?” I asked and pushed them back into his chest. “I’m not taking anything from your bosses.”
“Fine,” he muttered and sat the present on the floor. “They said you’d refuse.”
The awkward man stood up and straightened out his suit with a hard look on his face. I knew underneath the emotionless exterior was more instruction because chatterbox Sin couldn’t ever shut up. He had probably barked the orders while his best friend put together the arrangement.
I crossed my arms. “They did, huh? What else did they say?”
“If you don’t open your gift, there will be consequences,” he answered without hesitation.
A tiny giggle erupted from me, and I tried to remain fearless, but inside I was shaking. “Of course they did.”
“The choice is yours,” he muttered as he turned his back to me and walked away.
Their bouncer wouldn’t be far, this much I knew. He was their thug, hired help, who did whatever they wanted. This time, he was to deliver this arrangementand upon further inspection, there was red goo on the edge of the decorative paper.
My hands trembled as I kneeled down on the floor, the tile cold on my knees, and my fingers avoided the red streaks. Down in the pit of my stomach, my nerves wreaked havoc, and I wanted to run. I regretted my decision to enter Sinful Saints and wished I could turn back time, but it was too late for that. There’d be consequences. They had warned me, and I already suffered from this one.
My fingers grabbed the paper like there was something gross on it and I pulled it crinkled back. One side, then the other until there was nothing left to pull aside and the sight inside startled me. Instantly, I fell back onto my ass.
Eyes.
Hazel eyes with fake white bloody roses and I panicked.
