He holds his hands up. “All right, all right. Fuck, never seen you so gone over a bitch before.”
I shrug. “First time for everything.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Karina
Dante’s roomis easy enough to find.
So is trouble.
Trouble comes in the form of two barely dressed women who spot me leaving Dante’s room and follow me.
Dante assumed I’d be harassed by one of the guys. Guess it never occurred to him it would be one of his club girls who hassled me.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” The tall blonde one sneers at me.
“I’m with Dante,” I answer as nicely as possible.
“Yeah, we figured that, you comin’ outta his room and all. But who the fuck are you?”
As they’re talking to me, they’re also sort of pressing me up against the wall. I’m trying to be as polite as possible, hoping it diffuses the situation, but it doesn’t seem to be working.
“Fuck off,” Logan shouts at them from the end of the hallway.
Both of them jump and pale when they see how furious he is.
“Shit! Where did you come from?” the short, chubby redhead squeaks.
His boots thunder down the hallway as he approaches.
“Get the fuck away from her.”
“What are you doing here, sprite?” he asks after they scurry away.
Sprite.Is he kidding me? He hasn’t called me that since we were kids and I decided that was the only thing I would drink for an entire summer. Even after I grew out of that phase, the name stuck. Until—
“Karina? What are you doing here?”
Shaking my memories from the past away, I lift my gaze to his face. He seems concerned. Happy to see me almost.
“I’m here with Dante.”
His face hardens. What? Did he think I was here looking for him?
“You can’t be serious.” He runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck, that’s why he sent me off on that run, isn’t it?” he mumbles. I don’t think he’s looking for an answer from me, so I don’t give him one.
“I need to get back. Thank you for rescuing me.” Before he has a chance to say anything, I pivot and make my way back to Dante.
He’s sliding off his stool when I enter the room. The serious expression on his face changes when he sees me.
“I was just gonna come lookin’ for you.”
“Um, two of your girls were bothering me. Logan…Hemi, chased them away for me.”
His face contorts into anger and I step back. Lightning quick, his hand reaches out, curling around my bicep, pulling me to him.
“You okay?” he asks.
