She’s new.
Been hanging around the club barely two weeks.
Still learning the rules.
Apparently, she hasn’t learned this one yet.
“C’mon, Hawk—”
“I said move.”
The word comes out sharp enough to cut.
Cold.
Final.
She freezes immediately.
The room shifts slightly around us.
Slowly, her hands slide off my shoulders.
That alone tells the room everything it needs to know.
Normally, I don’t bother telling club girls to back off.
If they want attention, they get it.
No strings.
No complications.
But tonight?
The thought of anyone touching me makes my skin crawl.
Ginger backs away quickly now, confusion written across her face.
Behind me, someone mutters quietly,
“Jesus… who pissed him off?”
Nobody answers.
Nobody wants to ask.
Just then, Riot drops onto the stool beside me like he owns the place.
Which he basically does.
“You look like you want to punch something,” he says.
I stare straight ahead.
“Don’t tempt me.”
Riot smirks.
