Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
The waitress arrived. “What can I get you, sugar?” she asked.
“Corona,” I said. “Salsa and chips too.”
“Got it,” she replied, then looked at the others to see if they needed anything.
Levi asked the girls if they wanted something, and he ordered them drinks. Blaise ordered a drink, then sat back so that one of the girls could sit on his knee.
When she left, one of the blonde ones reached over and ran her long pink nails down my arm. “You look like you need cheering up,” she said, leaning toward me.
I didn’t bother looking at the cleavage she was trying to get me to see. Not interested.
“He’s grumpy by nature, girls,” Levi told them, then winked at the one sitting on his right.
I was sure his hand was giving the one on his left some attention. Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in the booth and looked down at my phone again. Still nothing. What the fuck was she doing?
“I like grumpy,” the blonde said and stood up to walk over to me.
I looked up from my phone as she started to take a seat on my knee.
“Didn’t invite you to sit,” I told her, moving to stand up and make myself unavailable.
I’d go sit in the chair on the other side of Blaise, where no one could get beside me. When I started over to the empty chair, my gaze locked on the raven-colored hair that I knew so well. She was sitting on a stool at the bar, laughing at some fucker who was looking at her like he was gonna get a taste.
“Call Garrett,” I said as I started to the bar. “I’m gonna need bail money.”
“What the hell?” I heard Levi say, but I didn’t stop.
My eyes were on Shiloh, making sure no one touched her. The fucker who did wouldn’t see another sunrise. Just before I got to her, she turned to me. Amusement danced in her eyes as she watched me, knowing I was pissed off.
“Oh, you found time to notice me,” she said with a smirk on her face.
“I didn’t know you were here,” I bit out.
“Clearly. You were busy with admirers.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and picked up the drink in front of her to take a sip.
I jerked it out of her hand, then threw the glass down, shattering it against the concrete floor.
“Hey, jackass, I bought that drink,” the man blurted out angrily.
Shiloh’s hand wrapped around my arm. “Gage, don’t.”
She had caused this, but then again, she enjoyed doing shit like this.
The man’s outraged expression slowly changed to uncertainty as I stared at him. “You can leave and get a head start. Or you can make the mistake of staying here.”
His brows drew together.
“Gage, I was just playing. You had a group of women all over you.” Shiloh’s pleading voice was the only thing keeping me from snapping.
The man pointed at the broken glass on the floor. “This man broke the damn glass on purpose,” he told the bartender, who glanced at me, then back at him before turning back to filling drinks. “What? You aren’t going to have him clean it or pay for it? Maybe fucking leave?” the man asked, annoyance in his tone.
“No, that won’t be happening,” Blaise informed him as he came to stand beside me.
The bartender looked at Blaise, then at the man before walking away to get someone else a drink.
“What the fuck?” the man shouted.
Blaise moved in closer to him. “You need to leave,” he said in a low voice.
The man’s face paled, and it was then that I knew Blaise was pressing a knife against the fucker’s ribs.
The man swallowed hard and barely nodded his head. “Okay,” he whispered, clearly afraid to move.
The man stepped back, then turned and headed for the door.
“I had it handled,” I told Blaise, not liking that he’d dealt with this.
Blaise glanced back at me, then at Shiloh. “None of us needs to end up in jail tonight.” He said the words in a low voice while shifting his gaze back to mine.
Shiloh’s antics had caused several instances that ended with me needing to be bailed out.
Shiloh moved in front of me then and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Dance with me,” she said, smiling up at me like none of this shit had happened.
Blaise turned and headed back to our table.
I stared down at her, wishing like fuck I wasn’t so damn obsessed. She made me insane, but the thought of someone else touching her sent me into a blind rage.
I brushed her hair back off her face. “You love pushing me.”
She licked her bottom lip. “Maybe I think it’s hot. Seeing you be possessive turns me on.”
I wrapped a strand of her hair around my finger. “You flirt with anyone else tonight, and I’ll kill him,” I warned her. I’d probably have to protect her from Blaise if she did anything else to set me off. I didn’t say that though.