Even though it shouldn’t affect me, I gasp quite loudly but then smirk.
Anna flushes an even brighter shade of red. She’s so sweet—I would never have guessed she’s a Dominatrix over Johnny.
I can’t help it—I burst out laughing.
“Oh…” She turns to me. “Thanks for the support, Dee,” Anna sharply states, but with a grin.
“Sorry, Anna, I never pictured you like that. You’re always so, well… sweet,” I reply, and Colt laughs.
“My wife,sweet? I don’t think so,” Johnny quips while he takes her in his arms and dips her down, kissing her like theydo in the Hollywood movies. This is nice, and it is just the right amount of light relief we need after an episode ofHulk-a-mania.
Colt takes my hand and walks me back to the booth, but forces me to slide in first so I’m against the wall, and he’s on the outside in case anyone else tries to sit next to us.
“I apologize, baby. I should never have gone all crazytown out there. My anger flared when he called you a whore. Honestly, no matter how much I tried, I wouldn’t have been able to restrain myself.”
“I know, but don’t do it again. The last thing I need is for you to be arrested in a foreign country. I wouldn’t cope with that,” I say, and Colt nods, leaning in to kiss me.
Anna and Johnny return to the booth with a bottle of Jack and four shot glasses.
Oh, this is NOT going to be good!
“I don’t think I’ll have any tonight. I can’t handle tomorrow’s inevitable hangover, and we’re flying,” I babble.
Anna frowns at me. “C’mon, just one with your new bestie? Or do I have to get my whip out and tell you you’ve been a bad, bad girl?” Anna asks deadpan. I open my eyes wide with shock, and she bursts into laughter along with Johnny and Colt. “Dee, don’t stress. Madam A is reserved only for Johnny. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replies, pouring out the shots.
I burst out laughing as Colt wraps his arm around my shoulders. “The things you learn about people, hey?”
Hux and Jared are sitting on a couch on the other side of the room with a small table in front of them. Hux looks around the room while Jared pulls out a small bag filled with a white substance. My brows furrow as I look at Colt, who’s too busy chatting with Johnny to notice. I watch intently as Jared empties the contents onto the table and pulls out a card, positioning the powder into long lines.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they’re doing.
I watch, hoping—praying—that Hux is smart enough not to go through with it. But then he pulls out an American dollar bill, rolls it up, and snorts a line of white powder.Cocaine. Probably.
My stomach tightens as I glance at Colt. He’s still oblivious, utterly unaware that his brother is snorting drugs, right here, in the VIP section, in public.
Jared follows, snorting the second line before sinking back into the cushions, his battered face barely flinching.
Bruises from Colt’s punches are already darkening, but shouldn’t he be seeing a doctor instead of getting high? What if he has a concussion? Something worse?
Jessi slides onto Jared’s lap, and he yanks her in for a forceful kiss, his grip possessive.
Colt finally glances at me, and whatever he sees on my face makes his expression harden. He follows my gaze, sees his brother and his enemy side by side, rubbing their noses high as hell.
With a sharp exhale, his jaw clenches. “Seriously?” he states as he moves to get up.
“Babe, please don’t start something,” I say as I grab his hand.
“This is so fucked up,” Colt hisses, running his hand through his hair.
“What?” Johnny asks.
“Hux is snorting coke again,” Colt replies.
Johnny frowns, looking over at Hux and Jared.
Again?
