I didn’t kill him, but I might have broken his jaw when I whipped him across the face with the butt of my gun. “Fuck!” I raged and spun on everyone.
Hades rolled his eyes and said, “Guess it’s better than a cleanup here tonight. Go send our girls out so you can get your ass chewed out by Mia.”
The fact that I ground my teeth together and had nothing to say to him was how I knew I looked like a damn pussy-whipped ass. But I still stomped my ass out of the bathroom and over to the balcony and told everyone to leave.
“Except you, darling devil. You and I have unfinished business that needs attention.”
She crossed her arms, displaying her cleavage as a damn distraction, I swear, as her curls whipped wildly in the wind. The moon lit her back, shining like a spotlight on the fucking suit jacket she was still wearing.
It wasn’t hers.
It was his.
On my girl’s shoulders. Keeping her warm when it should have been mine.
She was mine. Didn’t she know that?
Her girlfriends left us, but not before Pink gave me a look. “Adamantem infractum manetonly applies with the syndicate, dumbass. Not your heart. Remember that.”
My men flanked the balcony entrance as the women walked back inside and left only Mia and me. I let the air cool me down as I stood there taking her in. She stood on top of this city like she had nothing to cower from, and maybe she didn’t.
I owned this city, but it was clear she owned me.
I walked over to her and leaned on the railing, crossing one boot over the other as I stared her down. “You were dancing with my security.”
The energy that rolled off her seemed to combust, and damn did I love watching her fury erupt. She tried to hold it back, I knew that, but her beauty came when she was unhinged. “I can’t believe you!”
“Believe it. I’m taking you home.”
“Oh, the hell you are. I intend to stay out until I’m done here.”
“Done with what, exactly?” My tone held an edge.
“Dancing. Mingling. Maybe more.” She threw her hands up. “I’ll do what I want on my own time.”
I swear she wanted to grate on every one of my nerves tonight. “You’re done now.”
“Why? Because you watched me on security cameras and raced over here like a Neanderthal when you saw me dancing with someone else?”
“Not someone else. My team.”
“So you’d be fine if it were a random guy?”
“Mia, if a random guy tries to touch you after tonight, I’ll deliver their hands to you personally.”
“Get real.”
“Real? I’d douse a man in acid for looking wrong at you.”
“What?” She breathed out, probably trying to comprehend if I was serious.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “They’d deserve it too, Mia. I swear to God.”
“You’re a real piece of work.” She started to walk past me, like that was the end of the conversation. I grabbed her elbow, and she gasped at our contact, her chest moving with it.
Fuck if I wasn’t going to look. That sweetheart neckline was where every man’s eyes had been tonight. “Why fight me at every fucking turn, Mia?”
“Because it seems someone has to! You don’t get to just interrupt girls’ night because you can. We were just having a good time!” she screeched. Her composure was completely gone. She shook with the same level of emotion I’d felt on the way here. I’d pushed my bike to a hundred fifty on the highway in order to make it here in record time.
