Then, from a dark corner behind me, a low voice said, “Alone at last.”
My heart just about burst out of my chest, and I spun around—not an easy feat in heels. Luca was watching me, so still and silent that I hadn’t even noticed him when Silas had dragged me in here. Two quick strides, and he was on me.
Luca wrapped his hand around my throat and backed me into the nearest wall. He was so quick, I didn’t even have time to yell.
“You have been giving Silas some trouble. Trouble, trouble, trouble.” The room was dark, but those steel-grey eyes would haunt my dreams. He leaned in, and I shuddered as he dragged his nose down my cheek and my neck. “A woman like you could make me some serious money. What do you think? $200 a night, $300 and anything goes?”
I gagged at the thought, and then the motherfucker licked me. Without hesitation, I kneed him in the balls with every ounce of strength I had. He roared, his hands going to cover his junk, and I ran for the door.
“Remember our conversation, bitch. Keep pushing. I’ll always have a place for you.”
He let me go, much to my surprise. I didn’t stop running until I ran into Dalton coming out of the ballroom.
He stopped me. “Woah, baby, woah. Easy, Vixen. What the hell is going on? What’s wrong?” His blue eyes searched my face, and Mac came up beside him, scanning the hallway behind me for threats. Dalton wrapped his arms around me, and I relaxed against him, trying to get myself under control. Mac made as if to go down thehallway, but I stopped him.
“No, don’t. Please, I just want to go home. My home, not the clubhouse. Let’s end the night on a positive note. Okay? For me?”
Dalton rubbed his hands up and down my bare arms. He and his brother exchanged a look over my head. Eventually, they both nodded.
Mac moved to right behind me, sandwiching me between the two of them. He kissed the top of my head. “Home it is.”
Maria, Holly, Jackson, and Diego were waiting by the limo which was idling by the door. We all climbed in after I reassured them I was fine. I joked I still had to pee and all, but begged them to leave it be. They did, and as we pulled away, I clung to the cell phone I had stolen out of Luca’s suit pocket. I couldn’t help but smile.
DiAngelos, zero. Me, one.
Chapter 18
The limousine driver dropped off everyone at their door. Mac, Dalton, and I were the last to get out. I was eager to forget my interaction with Luca and Silas, and even more eager to put that cellphone somewhere safe until I could get it to Braxton. They headed to the kitchen, but stopped when they noticed I wasn’t following them. Dalton reached for me, pulling me into a kiss. I stepped back, turning to Mac and kissing him too.
I’d had threesomes before, but something about the anticipation of this one made butterflies swarm my stomach. Still, there was something I had to do first.
I walked towards the staircase, tossing a smile over my shoulder at them. “I’m going to die if I don’t get out of this dress. I’ll be in the bathroom.”
Dalton winked at me. “Don’t get too comfortable, Vixen.”
Mac disappeared into the kitchen, and I could hear him rummaging around. I pulled off my heels, heading for the bathroom. I had a Ziploc baggie full of pads, and a waterproof travel bag for makeup. I washed my makeup off real quick, then dumped the pads haphazardly in one of the drawers, tossing the phone in there after powering the thing off. I tucked the baggie into the makeup baggie, then dug around I found the sewing kit I had put in there.
Just as I sat on the toilet, there was a knock on the door, and I realized I had been in here for a hot minute.
“Um, yeah? What’s up?”
It was Mac who answered, “You good, Vixen?”
“Yeah, babe. I’m going to hop in the shower really quick. Why don’t you and Dalton hang out in the bedroom? And can one of you bringme some PJs?”
This time it was Dalton. “You won’t be needing PJs.” Then came a dull thud. Dalton cursed, and I realized Mac must have pushed his brother into the wall. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Play nicely, you two. You’ll both get turns. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
I heard them walk away, then struggled out of my dress. There was only one tiny zipper, and the gown was unforgivingly tight. I banged my elbow on the counter, cursed, and after a few minutes, was finally standing naked and triumphant in a pile of blue. I frowned when I realized I should’ve just asked one of them to help me, but brushed the thought to the side.
The shower was big enough for me to sit on the edge opposite the shower head and not get too wet with it on. I perched there and started sewing the edges of the makeup bag up. I kept the thread tight, doing my best to ensure the phone was as secure as possible in the bag. I leaned out of the shower, tossed the phone in the back of the toilet, and rinsed off quickly.
I paused before opening the bathroom door, briefly considering the repercussions of sleeping with the two brothers. They didn’t even know the real me, but I knew and loved them. I wanted to be with them, and damn it if that didn’t make me the most selfish person alive. I shoved the annoying bitch that was my voice of reason way to the back of my mind, and wrapped myself in a robe.
I was instantly grateful for my king bed, because there was no fucking way the three of us were going to fit on my old mattress. Mac was sitting on the edge of the bed, and those dark blue eyes I had grown so fond of watched me closely as I walked closer. Dalton was sitting at the back, leaning against the headboard with his hands behind his head and his white button-down opened to reveal his defined chest and abdomen. The smile he gave me was cocky. Having both their eyes on me at the same time senta jolt of electricity straight to my core.
I bit my lip, and Mac stood up, walking towards me.
