“I…” Her brows furrow as she takes in my expression. Confusion flashes over her features.
The voices grow louder and she takes a step back, trying to put distance between us, but I’m not ready to let her go. I grip her hips with bruising force, refusing to let her back away. She’s not the one in control here. I am.
The door to the cabin opens and Emilio strides in, Dom hot on his heels.
“I told him you’d be busy,” Dominique says in way of greeting. I lift a single brow as if to say the interruption is of little consequence.
Emilio’s still got two girls, one under either arm beside him. He’s got that junior chick from earlier on his right and Silvia on his left. I can tell he’s drunk. His eyes are glazed over and he has a stupid happy smile on his face as he takes in the scene in front of him. “Hey, vanilla. You going to bang my bro, Rome, tonight?” It’s all I can do not to punch him in the face. Silvia’s eyes shoot to Allie and she visibly stiffens. I step forward, blocking Allie from view and Dominique smacks Emilio upside the head, muttering “stupid fucker,” under his breath.
“Hey!” Emilio cries out, rubbing his head as if Dominique actually hurt him. We both know it’s all an act. “Not cool, man. What the hell?”
Dominique points down the hallway. “Take your women to your room or send them on their way.” He takes a deep inhale before a grin spreads across his face. He’s had a few, too, because Dom isn’t usually one for smiles. “Roman’s cooking tonight.”
Emilio perks up like a five-year-old about to get an ice cream cone or some shit and his gaze snaps toward me. “You cooked?”
I nod.
“What’d you make?” He’s all but forgotten about the two girls with him. Silvia and the other chick whose name I don’t know and have no interest in learning stand just behind him with worried expressions on their faces. Looks like things aren’t going as they’d hoped.
“Albóndigas,” I tell him.
His smile widens and he turns. “Ladies, it’s been real.” He ushers them back to the front door despite their protests. Silvia is clearly digging her heels in, not liking that she’s being shown the door.
“But, Emilio. I thought we were gonna party,” she whines.
“Sorry, uhhh…” He pauses and gives her an apologetic look.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes narrow before she responds with a drawn out, “Silvia.”
He snaps his fingers together. “Right. Silvia. Sorry. Something came up. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Her cheeks heat and she pushes out her bottom lip. “You haven’t even asked for my number yet.”
He grins at her. “I’ll get it. I have my ways. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”
Before she can respond, he gives her and her friend one last little push and closes the door behind them. Then he turns back to me. “I just gave up some prime pussy so you better feed me, fucker.”
We all laugh. “You’ve got ten more minutes. Go find something to watch and I’ll get tortillas going.”
He nods and then moves toward Allie.
I growl.
“Hey, man. I was just gonna show your girl around. Chill.”
I glower at him. He doesn’t need to show her around anything. Knowing Emilio, the first place he plans to show her is his bedroom. Dominique knows this too, and interrupts before things have a chance to get heated. I might claim disinterest when it comes to Allie but I am anything but disinterested in her and I do not share my toys with others. I want to know everything about her. To own all her secrets and learn all her desires. I need ammunition against this girl. She already has too strong a hold over me.
“Wanna help pick the movie for tonight?” Dom asks her.
Her brows pinch together and she gives us all an assessing look. I can tell what she’s thinking. It’s written all over her face. We’re the grade-A assholes of Sun Valley High. The Devils. So why are we holed up in our cabin when it’s barely midnight instead of partying it up outside with everyone else? And what she probably wants to know even more than that is why the hell we’re being nice to her when all week we’ve pretended she doesn’t exist.
Dominique answers her first unspoken question. “We’re beat from the game today. And that out there,” He throws a thumb toward the direction of the front door. “Isn’t our scene.”
Her lips purse. “You guys don’t party?”
“Oh, we party.” Emilio chuckles and gives her a suggestive look. “But we do it on our terms and we don’t need wannabe assholes around to do it. Besides, today was a game day. That means tonight is a recovery night and Roman is a greedy bastard who doesn’t cook for us often. We gotta enjoy it while we can.”
“Oh. Okay.” She follows Dom towards the sofa and he gives me a quick nod before showing her to our DVD stash. We don’t have WiFi out here, so streaming something isn’t an option.
