An elbow hits me in the side, and I look over to see Jesus and Taty next to us. Great. I underestimated this asshole’s commitment to seeing this through. Normally I’d beat the fuck out of a punk like him, but I don’t want to scare Sybil off. I want her to trust me. I need her to trust me.
“Let’s get another drink,” I suggest, gripping her upper arms, skimming the shell of her ear with my teeth just enough to get a reaction out of her. I feel her shiver under my touch. Fuck she’s responsive. I bet with just one taste of her lips I’d go up in flames. I know she’d be a hell worth burning for. A hell I would kill for because deep down I already know I want to keep her. Not even had her yet…hardly know her, and I can feel myself falling.
I’m fucking doomed.
“I’ll come with you,” Jesus calls out over the music, inserting himself into our conversation. This motherfucker is getting on my nerves. I wasn’t talking to him. He’s going to rub me the wrong way and find out exactly what happens to bastards who stick their noses where they don’t belong.
“What do you want? We’ll get it.” I try my damnedest not to give him my signature fuck off glare.
“I don’t want Sybi to miss any of the show,” he presses and steps toward me.
Cockblocking bastard.
“Right.” I turn my attention back on her. “I’ll be right back.”
She smiles and nods. I glare at Jesus then bend to kiss Sybil on the forehead sending him a warning. I’m not backing down. I’m about to turn up the fuckin’ heat. I give Taty a side eye glance and she moves in and starts chatting up Sybil. Good girl.
We get closer to the bar and he grabs my arm. I jerk my arm back. He doesn’t know me like that to be putting his fucking hands on me. I’ve beat the fuck out of fuckers for less. “I know what you’re trying to do. I just want you to know it isn’t going to work. Sybil is still young, but the day she’s ready I’m going to marry her.”
I snort. He has no chance in hell of that happening. I only just met them and even I can see how wrong they are together. She’s got a hidden desire that burns for something more. Something I could give her if only I didn’t have to kill her. “You’re so off base, man. I’m just here to have a good time. I came to do two things. Listen to the band and nail a fine piece of ass. I’ve already heard the band.”
“She won’t fuck you if that’s what you’re after.” His brows are furrowed, and his lips turned down. He doesn’t believe his own words. We both know that she’d go home with me, and I’d rock her world. She’d ride my dick and fall in love. Problem is I have a feeling I would too.
“You mean she won’t fuck you.” I laugh with a shake of my head and step up to order my beer. I need to get my mind off fucking Sybil. Off feeling her creamy skin pressed against my dark ink.
This asshole has the balls to shove me from behind. I slowly turn around and he’s waiting for me to hit him. He’d love for me to throw a punch and piss Sybil off. To do anything to put her off me. I’d love to knock his damn teeth out and rattle his brains, but I keep my cool. I’ve had years of practice. Years of holding back when it comes to Wrath. Holding my shit together in front of this pansy is a breeze.
“Listen. I don’t want to see you hurt. I get that you’ve been sniffing at her ass for years waiting for the perfect chance. Maybe you thought tonight would be the night to test the water. You’d bring her to see her favorite band and at the end of the night you’d get a little kiss in. And if you were lucky, she’d let you cop a feel. You’re a good dude so I’m going to be straight with you. You’re right. I’m going to fuck your girl. She’ll scratch her nails down my back and scream out my name and then we’ll never see each other again. Hell, she might get pregnant and then there you’ll be waiting in the wings ready to swoop in and be her white knight. But there is something you fail to understand. Something I knew from the moment I saw her. She doesn’t need a white horse she wants the dark stallion.”
I turn my back on him and grab my beer, knowing he will swing at me once the shock of my words settl
e in. He hates me only because he knows I speak the truth. He hates me because deep down he knows she’s no innocent Snow White. There is something behind her eyes. Something dark and needy. A craving that sings to me like a tiny bird. A sparrow whose feathers I will pluck one by one.
I take a sip of my beer, smiling to myself as I count to three. On what would be four, I block Jesus’ attack with my left forearm. Guys like him are so damn predictable, it is almost comical.
Turning around I smirk at him. “Gonna have to try harder than that.”
“What the?” I hear him mutter as Sybil rushes toward us.
“What the hell are you doing?” She smacks at him and directs her attention my way. “I’m so sorry. He’s normally not like this.” She glares at him again and wraps her hand up in my free one lacing her fingers in mine. Fuck. Sybil White is going to be the death of me. Damn she’s sweet.
“It’s no big deal.” I shrug. “Why don’t we go finish the show, and afterward I will introduce you to the band.” I deliver the grand gesture I know will sway her to me completely.
“Seriously?” The way her eyes light up I know who is going to drive her home. Jesus can go home and jack to his hairy palm. I bet he does a lot of that.
“Whatever. Sybi, I’m leaving. You can stay here with this douche who only wants to get in your pants, or you can come home with me.”
Wrong move asshole. Dude doesn’t have a clue what to do with a sweet piece of ass like Sybil. Lucky for her I do. I know exactly what she needs.
“I’m staying,” she whispers, not meeting his eyes.
Sorry fuck. I bet he will cry on the way home then crawl into bed and jack off while he thinks about what an idiot he is and how Sybil will come crawling back to him once I throw her away. He’d be right except when I am done playing with her, she’ll be dead, and he’ll take the fall. When all is said and done her blood will stain his hands.
I’m counting on Jesus.
He just doesn’t know it.
Chapter 6