“Is that -?” Jax leans into my ear.
“Yep,” I answer feeling like a goddamned idiot for not paying attention before. But then again, Jax didn’t notice either.
“That’s why he’s after you. After her.”
“Guess he’s got a problem with all of us,” I mutter.
“Think we should tell Rory and Bastian?”
I shake my head. It’s not important to what’s going down tonight. It just makes everything more personal than it already was. “We’ll tell them later.”
My eyes move to where Rossi’s hand is gripping Tori’s elbow. He is whispering in his ear. She looks like she wants to break his face.
I understand. I’m fighting the exact urge myself.
“Go get her,” Jax tells me. “Go get your girl. Get that fucker’s hands off of her. Dance with her.”
I give him a nod without taking my eyes off of her. Except this time, she’s watching me too. I move my way across the room, through the crowd with determination. Need fills my every step. I need to touch her. Hold her. Kiss her. Show everyone in this goddamn room that she belongs to me.
That she is mine.
Tori
I watch as he crosses the room with fierce determination. Fire fills his eyes. Lust radiates from him. And possessiveness I didn’t know he was capable of or that I wanted from him fuels his every step.
I forget how to breathe at the pure beauty and domination he displays. The crowd practically parts as he makes his way through. He is literally taking my breath away.
The second he’s close enough to touch he pulls me from Rossi’s slimy grip into his own with a kiss that is fire and earthquakes and hurricanes and lightning all at once. He breaks the kiss, the look in his eyes melt me. I can almost literally feel myself turning to ash.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Rossi growls.
Zane’s eyes never leave mine. “I was on the guest list asshole. And I’m here to dance with my fucking girlfriend.”
I know it was planned for him to make his presence known. Tonotleave me alone with Rossi for any longer than absolutely necessary. I don’t think he is supposed to be antagonizing Rossi though.
But from the look in his eye and the smirk on his face, he doesn’t give a fuck. He is marking his territory and staking his claim for everyone in this room to see. It’s something I never knew I wanted. I always thought of myself a not only my own person, but also belonging to no one.
Now? Now I belong to Zane. I’m not sure when this shift happened. I don’t know if it was gradual or if it has been all along. The love I never wanted is all encompassing and consuming. Iwant to behis. Just likehe’s mine.
So many things I never knew I wanted until Zane Valen swooped into my life.
“Back the fuck off, Valen. This is business and it doesn’t concern you,” Rossi hisses with a hatred I’ve never seen in anyone before.
“This is my girlfriend. Anything that concerns her, concerns me, Rossi. Or should I call you Sanders?”
Rossi’s eyes flash with shadows of recognition and irritation. I’m expecting more confrontation, but it doesn’t come because Zane, with a hand on the small of my back, leads us back through the crowd where people are dancing.
When we are surrounded by the crowd, he turns me toward him. His wavy blond hair hangs to his shoulders as he smiles at me. Again, the look in his eyes steals my breath and my balance as my knees turn to jelly.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask in a dreamy tone.
“I’m dancing with you.”
I smile and shake my foggy head. “You’re doing so much more than that. I’ll never be able to concentrate on my fight if you keep looking at me like that.”
He pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist while taking my hand in his. We begin to move and sway with the music in a dance I don’t know but I don’t need to. Zane leads me every step. “Looking at you like what?” he whispers in my ear. “A man possessed? A man consumed? A man that has found his reason for breathing?”
“All of it,” I say breathlessly.
