Nero (Made Men #1)(57)

Elle looked over at her friend, who was exhausted from trying to help her find clothes. “I know. Let’s pay and get the hell out of here. I’m starving.”

“Thank God. My stomach has been growling for the last hour,” Chloe confessed.

Elle and Chloe walked to the checkout and handed over the green sweater.

“It’ll be three dollars,” the older woman said from behind the counter.

God, I love Goodwill. Elle handed over the three dollars, and the woman handed her a grocery bag with her sweater inside. She and Chloe then headed for the door.

Dinng.

Elle pulled out her phone as they headed toward Chloe’s BMW. Her phone displayed there was a new text message from Asshole, making Elle smile.

“Who was that?” Chloe asked once they were seated in her car.

Elle knew she was asking because only Chloe usually texted her.

“Nero. Let me see what he said.”

Elle went to her messages and read, Meet me at Poison, urgent. Elle stared at the words, confused.

“Well?”

She looked over at Chloe. “He said to meet him at Poison and that it was urgent.”

Chloe stared back at Elle, just as confused. “Well, we did always wonder what it looked like inside.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have enough money to get inside that place.” Elle didn’t know what could be so urgent. Her stomach started to roll in nervousness.

“You don’t; I do.” Chloe smiled.

“I-I—”

Chloe stopped her. “Elle, he said it was urgent. Do you want to go or not?”

Elle’s feeling took over her body. “Let’s go.”

*

When Nero looked at her face, he was immediately disappointed it wasn’t Cassandra. Nero let the girl go and turned to his friends.

“Fuck! I can’t stay here any longer.” His control was finally gone.

Amo laughed. “It must be hard seeing every sad sack in here is going to go home and get laid when you haven’t even got Elle’s top off yet.” He had to speak loudly for Nero to hear him.

“Fuck you.” Nero went to walk off, but saw Vincent frozen in place, staring. Nero followed his eyes to two girls dancing together.

“Who is that? I need to fucking meet her,” Vincent said with his mouth practically hanging open.

Nero knew which girl out of the two he was talking about instantly. The girl was wearing a black dress that was loose at the top but tight over her ass. The material barely covered it, showing her long legs. He was sure if she bent over slightly, her whole ass would hang out. She was long and lean, the narrow type, and even though she wasn’t Nero’s type because of the small curves—I prefer something I can grab on to—he was even entranced by her dancing.

It was pretty dark in here, though the sudden flashes of neon every so often could sometimes light up the person’s face; however, the guys hadn’t seen either of the girls’ faces yet.

Nero noticed the guys around them salivating to dance with the girls. They tried to join in, but the girls kept pushing them away, making them all the more desirable. A flash quickly illuminated the girls.

“Wait, I think I know them.” Vincent squinted his eyes.

Nero looked at them harder. The other girl in the purple baby-doll dress looked familiar to him, as well.

The girls danced around until they faced them. Another flash lit up their bodies.

“Holy shit, that’s my fucking sister!” Vincent remarked.

Nero recognized the girl in the purple dress was Vincent’s sister the moment he said it. Adalyn had become Vincent’s stepsister when his mother had married her dad when Vincent had been a toddler. They had grown up together and hadn’t realized they weren’t related by blood until they could understand the concept. Adalyn might technically be Vincent’s stepsister, however to him, she was his sister.

“Yeah, but who’s the one I need in my fucking bed?” Amo was infatuated with the girl dancing, as well.

Vincent stared at the girl shaking her ass as she pushed her light-brown hair back. “Lake, my fucking sister’s best friend.”

“Damn, have you been keeping her all to yourself?” Amo couldn’t pull his eyes away.

Unfortunately, neither could Vincent. “No, man. I’ve known her since preschool, so don’t fucking think about it.”

Nero laughed, his anger now gone. Vincent was clearly caught off-guard by her. Vincent had evidently never thought about Lake that way, but right then, he was seeing her in a new light. Literally, neon light. Nero watched as Vincent’s face started to become pissed and torn at the same time.

“Shit, man, just think about all the years you’ve missed out on that one,” Amo said.

Nero was trying to cease his laughter.

“They are dead,” Vincent declared, his nose practically flaring.

Nero figured it was probably hard seeing them this way, especially his sister.

While he looked back at the two girls dancing, two guys came up and started to grab them. Oh, shit.

“No, they are fucking dead!” Vincent started pushing through the crowd with Nero and Amo following him.

Nero knew this was not going to turn out well for the two guys, as well as Vincent’s sister and her best friend.

Nero smiled as they came closer. Tonight is looking up. Nero had always looked forward to a good fight.