I snapped my attention back to Piper, and whispered, “She can do whatever she wants. I don’t care.”
Piper snorted.“Then why did you look so pissed off when you saw her flirting with him?”
I was not pissed about that. I was pissed that his brother had forced a death bracelet on my ankle, and that Sebastian was possibly behind it. I was pissed that I couldn’t leave his house, because everyone wanted to kill me. But more than anything I was pissed at myself that last night I’d begun to let my guard down with him.
Before I could come up with a retort, I heard Micah’s voice.“I couldn’t figure out how to make cosmos, so I just mixed vodka and cranberry.”
Vodka and cranberry juice? Was he planning on giving me a UTI? His soft, uncalloused hand met mine as he handed me the glass.
I wasn’t seventeen and so desperateto getdrunk that Ichugged down whatever was in front of me. If I was going to drink, it was going to be exactly what I wanted or nothing at all. I set the drink down on the table in front of me.
Micah exchanged a look with Piper and then stared pointedly at his former seat. When she didn’t move he sat down in the chair beside us with an irritated look on his face.
“So are you planning on coming with us?” Micah asked.
Sebastian had made it very clearwhyI shouldn’t leave the house. Andthe rational part of me knew he was right. But I was so sick of listening to others. I’d listened to Sebastian, and stupidly trusted him to exchange information for money.
Look where that got me.
Tomorrow, I’d have to go back to reality. I would begin squatting in houses, and figuring out a way to extract this death bracelet without accidentally killing myself. For just one night I just wanted to pretend I had a normal life. Pretend I was normal.
“I’m in.”
Chapter 34
An hour later, everyonewas heading towards the front door.Emma’s eyes stayed fixated on Sebastian as she laced up her high heels. When I slid ontheheeled booties I’d stealthily brought from my bedroom, Sebastian grabbed my arm.
“What are you doing?” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and deadly.
“Going clubbing,” I said, with a large fuck you smile.
“Selene,” he growled into my ear.
“What are yougoingto do? Tie me to a chair so I can’t leave?” I whispered back.
I yanked my arm away and finishedworking onthe claspofmy suede heel. With that material, these heels would not survive the night.
“Piper,” I called to her.“Thisis going to be so much fun!”
I shot a smirk at Sebastian, knowing he was furious that he had to keep his mouth shut in front of his friends. Couldn’t let on that he was a big, bad gangster whose men were dying to shoot me in the head. That thought should have made me nervous, but tonight all I cared about was pretending my life was normal.
Sebastian’sshoulderstightenedbeforehe turned to Jared.“We can use my cars to get there,”Sebastian said.
Emma’s face brightened.“You’re coming now?”
Sebastian nodded, before pulling out his phone. He typed something into it, then opened the door to the garage. We milled in behind him, and his men immediately stood at attention.
One of his men moved towards me, but Sebastian shot him a warning glance. The man stopped in his tracks. Sebastian stepped towards themilitary grade truckthat had brought me to the house. His eyes narrowed in my direction before he slid into the passenger seat.
I glanced towards the vintage Porsche behind it. I wondered how he’d react if I refused to even get in the same car as him.
Before I could decide, Piper winked at me and slid into thetruck. Micah and the Wall Street Bros were moving towards the Porsche. Well, that made my decision. The last thing I felt like doing was listening to themdroneon about gains in the market, and the inflation on coke. Ignoring Micah’s meaningful glance, I followed behindEmmainto the blacktruck.
As the carspedinto the rainy night,Emmachattered happily to Sebastian. He nodded along politely, but glared at me in the rearview window. I ignored him and turned my attention tothe one person I was happy to see.
After ten minutes of fighting through the rainy traffic, we pulled up to the entrance ofthe club. The line extended down the block even though the wood paneled awning barely covered the bouncer. Women were trying to protect the time investment they’d spent on their hair by huddling under miniature umbrellas or wallets on a chain.
“Don’t forget your purse,” Pipersaidas our driver stepped out of the car, brandishing an oversized umbrella.
