He didn’t reply. It was like he was frozen in place. I waved my hand in front of his face. “Hey. Hey, are you okay? What about my tattoo, Death wish?”
“Get lost.” An angry sounding voice came from behind me.
I turned around. “Oh, El Jefe, it’s you. I’m getting a tattoo. Here…” I pointed to my arm. “Or maybe here.” I pointed at my wrist.
“How much have you had?” he asked me with the angriest, grumpy expression I’d seen on him, yet.
“How much what?”
“Alcohol.”
“Oh.” I tapped my finger on my bottom lip. “I don’t know. A lot, I guess.” I laughed like it was the funniest answer in the world.
Jefe didn’t seem amused. “Did he touch you?” He pointed in the direction the guy went.
I nodded, feeling guilty. “He danced with me. Touched my hips and kissed my neck.” I touched my skin where his lips were. “But I liked it. That’s bad, right?”
“Very bad.” He cupped my elbow and led me down a hallway.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He growled in my ear.
“It’s not?”
“No.” He punched a code into the lock on the door, then opened it. “Go in.”
“What is this place?”
“My bedroom.”
“You’re bedroom? Are we going to have sex?” I fluttered my eyelashes. If I lost my virginity, El Jefe was a much better prospect than the tattoo guy.
6
El Jefe
“Did he touch you?” I asked her but wasn’t sure I’d get an accurate answer. She was clearly drunk, and that little fact made me more furious.
It was a good thing I didn’t stick around the Cactus for much longer. Something told me to get back to the club to check on Silvia and I was glad I had.
Fucking, Carlos was taking her to get a tattoo. And he probably would have taken advantage of her in her inebriated state.
She nodded, appearing sad. “He danced with me. Touched my hips and kissed my neck.” She touched the spot where his filthy mouth had been. “But I liked it. That’s bad, right?”
“Very bad.”I’ll kill him.I took her elbow and led her down to my bedroom. It was the only place in the clubhouse I’d take her, where I could keep an eye on her.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Jesus, what the fuck was she wearing? All her curves were on full display in that fitted dress. It literally left nothing up to the imagination. On a different woman, under different circumstances, I would find it absolutely hot.
“It’s not?” She stared at me with tears in her eyes.
“No.” I put the code into the lock and opened the door. “Go in.”
“What is this place?”
“My bedroom.” The last place I wanted her, but I wouldn’t leave her vulnerable where intoxicated people might fuck around with her. I trusted my crew with my life, and if they were sober, I’d leave her with a prospect. But I felt responsible for her, even though I wasn’t.
