Broken Wings (Dark Legacy #1)(31)
Eddy smiled at him. “I remember you too, big man. Hard to forget all of that ink…”
She drawled the last few words, making them sound almost naughty.
Dante’s return smile was predatory, and I knew that I was not going to be able to stop these two from screwing each other very soon. There was an attraction between them. It was fucking clear as anything.
All I cared was that neither of them dumped me when they inevitably got sick of each other.
Eddy reached out and grabbed my hand and Dante’s before she started pulling us toward the bar. “I wanna dance,” she said with a pout. “And I need more of the delicious alcohol now.”
“You like to drink, girl?” Dante asked, watching her closely.
She shrugged. “If you were in my position, you’d like to drink too. Trust me.”
We were almost at the bar, when a familiar voice had Eddy skidding to a halt. “What have I told you about dragging in the trash, sis?”
Jasper was not alone, as he leaned on a nearby pillar right beside the bar, dressed in designer jeans and a black shirt that molded to his muscles. Beck, Evan, and Dylan were all there as well, and none of them looked happy. Beck had his serial killer eyes locked on me, or … maybe on Dante’s hand which was wrapped around my arm.
Eddy shot Jasper a glare. “Fuck off, Jay. I told you last night, I won’t interfere in your fucked up shit, as long as you stay out of my life. You don’t own me. I’m not Delta. So back the fuck up!”
Beck surged forward then, moving so fast and smooth I almost missed it completely. He edged himself between Dante and me. The pair sized each other up as they faced off. They were virtually the same height—stupid giants towering over everyone else.
“You might not be a true part of Delta,” Beck said, talking to Eddy even though his gaze remained locked on Dante. “But Butterfly is. She belongs to us.”
Those words did something fucked up to my insides, sending them squirming while heating me to the point where I felt like I was going to pass out or something. “You don’t own her,” Dante snapped. “Riley…” He snarled my name, clearly not a fan of the nickname. “…is her own person. I will kill anyone that takes that away from her.”
Beck grinned. A scary, fucked up, evil grin. “I know all about your life, gangbanger. You’re playing outside your league now. I’d be very careful who you threaten.”
In that moment, I feared for Dante. I’d never had to worry about him before, because he was tough, and he did have solid friends in his gang, ones who’d had his back before, but I trusted what Beck was saying. Dante was out of his league here, and this was a scary game where probably no one was going to come out alive.
Something I would no doubt learn more of tomorrow, when I ventured out on my first official Delta business. Before Beck could do or say anything more—or kill my best friend—I swung on my heels and sashayed my way across to the bar. Hoping like hell that if I left, it would diffuse the tension which was holding us hostage. Eddy was right with me, both of us practically diving across the bar to get the bartender’s attention. “We need drinks,” Eddy demanded, and the dark haired dude started to nod quickly, his eyes locked on my cleavage which was spilling out over the front of my tight dress.
Before I could get mad about it, and why should I bother, my tits were practically hanging out in this stupid dress, he disappeared and was back in a flash with two more cocktails. Heat pressed along my spine, and I took a huge gulp of this new drink, something orange and fruity, before turning to face the inevitable.
If billionaire bastard was a style of dress, Beck would have nailed that look. Dark jeans that hugged his muscled legs and ass in all the right places, clearly expensive and custom fitted. He wore black boots, which topped his height out at 6 and a half foot, and his white long sleeved Henley—pushed up to showcase his bronze skin and muscular forearms—was molded to his broad chest. It was like rich met prep met fucked up darkness—which was mostly all in his eyes. Beck wore the uniform that people expected, but his face was where the real truth lay.
“What do you want, Beck?” Eddy said, almost tiredly.
He didn’t bother to look at her. Instead, he snatched my delicious, fruity drink from my hand and dumped the contents onto the floor, the sticky liquid splashing my designer shoes.
“You shouldn’t be drinking,” he told me. His gray eyes flashed with danger, and I burned with the need to push him further. Holding his gaze, I reached out and took Eddy’s drink from her hand—which she willingly handed over—then brought it to my lips, tipped it up and chugged the whole thing.
When the last drop was gone, I licked my lips and slammed the glass down on the bar.
“Kiss my ass, Sebastian,” I suggested.
Almost immediately I regretted those words. Challenging him, even if it had been an insult, was not my smartest move. His chest rumbled as he reached for me.
From about ten feet away I saw Dante react, expression fierce as he strode forward, but Eddy got there first, jumping in between us before she wrapped her arms around me and dragged me away. “We’re going to dance,” she shouted over her shoulder.
I couldn’t help myself, I had to look back. He was like a bad addiction, capturing my attention even when I really didn’t want to think about him. His eyes were dark as he watched us leave, and thankfully he didn’t follow.