It’s not like Tessa’s perfume at all.
Fuck, get out of my head.
I turn Nadia around so I can check in on Tessa at the bar. She’s been there most of the evening, flirting with the bartender. Occasionally, someone from our team would go talk to her while waiting for a drink, and Gia was with her for a little while, but now she’s all alone, and he can’t stop smirking at her.
It’s been irksome, to say the least.
Almost as irksome as Beau and Vinny being in the same vicinity as me, but they’ve been quiet, which has only given me more space to focus on my task.
If the Halston siblings are testing me, then so be it. I already lost once today, and I’m not about to do it again.
I panic when I see Tessa’s spot at the bar is empty.
She’s missing, and so is the bartender.
The only thing left is my untouched Corona.
Damnit.
Her brothers must not know, because I haven’t gotten any texts. They wouldn’t let an opportunity like this slip to give me shit.
“I gotta go.” I unwind Nadia’s hands from around my neck and push through the crowd.
I head to the bathrooms first.
The line is long for both the men and women, and Vinny stands amongst the group with a bored expression on his face.
There’s no way he watched Tessa and some guy disappear together. The jealousy would eat him up. Sort of like it’s doing to me right now.
My pulse pounds.
Gia comes into sight, and I pull her aside. “Where is Tessa?”
Her eyes grow wide, but I don’t miss the shiftiness of them. She locks onto two swinging doors, and I move her to the side.
She calls after me. “Leave her be, Rome. She never gets to have any fun.”
I ignore her and stride toward the doors casually. I wouldn’t want to alarm anyone by full-on sprinting.
And by anyone, I mean her brothers.
I picture her on the back of some stupid motorbike with the guy’s helmet on, headed to his place. The feeling eats me up inside so quickly I push on the doors with force and move inside with my heart pounding violently.
It’s dark.
I can’t see shit.
But I can hear just fine, and her hot little whimper sends me to Hell and back.
“When is your break over?” she whispers.
“Now,” I grit.
She gasps.
The kissing noises stop abruptly.
Against my better judgment, I pull my phone out and shine the light in their direction. Piping-hot anger races through my bloodstream, but I’m rational enough to know that it’s completely uncalled for.
