“Is that fucking Keegan?” The other guy at the table, Kai Owens, says a second before all the guys jump up from the table.
I smile to myself because I was right about his name. It’s just Keegan.
My excitement is extinguished quickly when I notice the way Truett and Keegan are shooting daggers at each other. What the hell is going on?
“Truett,” Keegan says, his voice flat.
“Keegan,” the Hudson’s goalie shoots back at one of my companions for the night.
They're standing toe to toe now. Their chests are only inches apart, and I swear they are both growing taller with every passing second. The energy in this corner of the bar is so tense that the sound of the other patrons are drowned out by their stand off.
“You've got a lot of nerve showing your face here,” Truett spits at him.
“The last time I checked, this is a free country,” Keegan volleys back.
“Not for Boston trash.” Truett’s smile is lethal and menacing.
It all clicks into place for me. I knew that Keegan played hockey, but I had no idea that he was a player for the other professional team in Massachusetts. He’s on the Boston Bears, and there is a decade long feud between them and the Hudson Huskies.
“Say that again. I fucking dare you,” Keegan grits out.
Truett doesn't back down. “You are Boston trash. Did you hear me that time, or do you need me to dumb it down for you?”
“Fight, fight, fight!” I chant, pumping my fist in the air.
Daemon's head whips in my direction. “Gianna. What the fuck.”
“What? This is exciting!” I shrug, looking up at his annoyed face.
“This is not exciting. This is a problem.” Daemon gestures to the two peacocking men in front of us.
“It's only a problem if someone throws a punch,” I point out. “Right now it's just two guys having a very intense conversation.”
A second later, Truett shoves Keegan, and he goes flying into the high top table behind him. I wince at the sound of the shattering glass. Keegan regains his footing quickly and charges at Truett, body slamming him to the floor of the bar.
“Okay, now it's a problem,” I admit, grimacing as Keegan slams a fist into Truett’s face and blood splatters everywhere.
Daemon moves closer to me, shielding me from the fight with his body. Looking at me over his shoulder, he barks orders at me. “Stay here. Do not move from this spot.”
“Why would I go anywhere else? This is the most interesting thing that's happened all week.” My eyes return to the fight just as Truett headbutts Keegan, gaining the upperhand.
Daemon looks down at me, and there's something in his eyes that I can only describe as a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “You are pure chaos.”
I grin up at him, batting my lashes. “You say that like it's a bad thing.”
“It is a bad thing… for me.” The way he whispers the last words sends a chill down my spine and heat to my core.
“No,” I disagree, stepping closer. “I think I might be exactly what you need.”
For a second, he just stares at me. And then the corner of his mouth twitches. If I hadn’t been watching him so intently, I might have missed it, but I saw that hint of a smirk. I have Daemon Lucero right where I want him, where I’ve needed him for months.
“Chaos,” he mouths to me, shaking his head.
I’ve never been more proud to be called wild than I am right now. For some reason, Daemon can’t seem to be upset with my crazy side, and it only makes me want more of him.
Five
Daemon
