We reach the bar, and Zayn insists on confiscating my clutch, teasing me about trying to drive home buzzed before shoving me down on a stool at the bar.
Zayn waves someone over. Annoyance flares within me, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the realization that I’m stuck without many options.
“Fine,” I huff, even though a part of me appreciates his protectiveness.
“Stay here,” he instructs, leaving me under the watchful eye of his massive security man. I recognize him immediately as Vance, Zayn’s brother. “Watch her, don’t let her out of your sight while I help Shana,” Zayn tells him.
I watch Vance step closer, the man is just as big as his brother, standing beside me with arms crossed tightly over his broad chest. His dark expression and muscular build make him appear even more imposing and intimidating.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I huff. Vance chuckles, staring down at me.
“He’s just looking out for you after the other night,” Vance tells me, and I roll my eyes.
“Hey,” he leans in, lowering his voice, “Between you and me, I know how much of a pain in the ass Zayn can be. But trust me when I say he’s got your best interests at heart.”
“He’s certainly bossy,” I laugh when I see Alpha Dane approaching. He doesn’t look happy, and I sit up straighter when he stops next to me.
“Boyd told me you’re involved with Alpha Zayn. For now, I will turn a blind eye, but you will end it before the wedding,” he trails off, about to turn away when he stops again.
“Oh and, Cleo, after this little stunt, and knowing Zayn’s your boyfriend, you’ll be forced to ensure your virtue has remained intact. I’ll have one of my pack doctors get in contact with you to arrange a sample of your slick to be taken. Your father knows how strict I am on that rule,” he smiles coyly.
“And while Lydia’s virtue is long gone, he assured me you’re a virgin. That better still be true, or we’ll have issues. Your father owes me a considerable amount already,” Alpha Dane warns.
I glare at the man, and Alpha Dane leans closer. “Do the right thing, Cleo, it’s not worth your pack. I get you don’t like the idea, but you’ll learn to love my son. This little thing you have going on with Alpha Zayn needs to come to an end,” then he turns abruptly and wanders off. I move to get up, wanting some fresh air, when Vance grabs my arm, pushing me back down on the stool. I look up at him, and he gives me an apologetic smile.
“Sorry Alpha orders, you need to remain,” he tells me, and tears threaten to burn my eyes when Vance speaks again. “He can’t force you, you know,” Vance says, his voice softening.
“Yeah, well by the looks of it he can. My father owes him money,” I growl and then sigh, reaching for my leftover drink. Before I can take another sip, Vance takes it from me, too.
“Seriously?” I glare at him, and he rolls his eyes. “You’ve had enough,” he tells me, reluctantly hands it back. “But I wouldneed a drink after listening to that asshole, too,” he chuckles, sending me a wink.
I tip the glass to my lips and drink the rest of the glass when Zayn comes out, stopping beside me. “I told you not to let her drink,” Zayn growls at his brother. Vance leans in whispering something to Zayn, who’s entire demeanor changes, his eyes flash as he peers down at me, however he says nothing.
“Come on, I’ll take you home,” Zayn says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the club. Alpha Zayn seems angry about something while he leads me to his car. He opens the passenger door, and I slide into the seat when an idea hits me.
Zayn climbs in and starts the car. “I don’t want to go home, I don’t want to deal with my father,” I tell him. “Where do you want me to take you then?” Zayn asks, pulling out of the parking spot.
“Friends place?” he asks, and I bite my lip.
“Can we go to your place?” I ask. Zayn stares at me for a second.
“Cleo, I don’t think that is a good idea. I’m assuming you are already in enough trouble with your father, and I don’t think I made it any better. What about your dorm?” he asks.
“Can’t get in for a few more days when school opens back up.” He sighs. “It’s fine, just drop me at a motel or something.” I tell him, Zayn scoffs.
“I’m not leaving you at a motel,” he growls at me. I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’m not a child, Zayn.”
He smirks, refusing to meet my gaze.
“I am not going home, so either drop me to a motel or I’ll sleep in my car,” I retort, and Zayn growls.
“Fine, you can stay at my place, but don’t come crying to me when you get in more trouble.”
I hesitate, considering my options. Going home was never an option tonight, however I would rather not impose on Zayn, either. The last thing he needs is more drama he didn’t ask for. Zayn hasn’t tried to hurt me, and he did save me from Boyd inside the club. I nod and he starts the car.
As we drive in silence, the city lights blur outside the window. I yawn and Zayn chuckles. “Stay awake for me, Cleo.” I nod, pressing my head against the cool glass window.
