The girl arches her brow, narrowing her eyes.
“The blonde or the brunette?”
“Blonde.”
“They’re with Will. In the back room. Enjoy your drink.”
Back room?
I don’t like the sound of that, but before I can rip the place apart looking for her, she emerges from the back room. Her eyes scan the room, her tongue wetting her lips as she smooths down her dress.
For a moment in time, I see her like any other girl in a bar.
I want to stop her as she walks by me, pull her over to me as I gaze at her wordlessly.
Take her out of this fucking dive and hold her face in my hands, telling her how fucking beautiful she is.
But she deserves better than me and all my shit.
I’m here to make sure my best friend's little sister is okay.
Sierra follows Kiki to the bar, and some fucker puts his hand on her waist, making her flinch because of her recently inked skin.
My blood boils as he leers at her chest, whispering shit she doesn’t want to hear in her ear.
Kiki rolls her eyes and orders a drink, leaving Sierra with the prick.
Before I can stop myself, I’m on my feet, pushing through the throngs of bodies until I reach her.
“Sierra.”
I’m not looking at her; I’m eyeballing the fucker with the hard dick in his pants.
“Crane!”
Sierra appears relieved and inches closer to me, a desperate look in her eyes.
“Come here, baby,” I mutter, dragging her into my arms as the fool watches with jealous eyes.
“Sorry, man, didn’t know she was taken.”
“You didn’t ask,” I snap back, turning my back to him and moving Sierra to my front so he can’t look at her.
“Thank you,” Sierra mumbles, shooting a look at Kiki. “Fuck, he was grim.”
I stare down at her, the way her lower lip trembles slightly, showing her fear.
That fucker scared her.
“Did he touch you?”
We’re moving closer together, her hands skimming my biceps as she shakes her head.
“No.”
“Good. Shall we get out of here?”
Sierra tilts her chin back, her gaze holding me captive, refusing to let me go. My fingers slip through her hair, my thumb stroking her jawline softly.
