Man, my mind was a jumbled pile of shit. I had business with Duke, and I had to find Tito, but every fiber in me screamed to get Jade out of the club. If Tito was there, she could be in danger.
I continued on, shoving and pushing across the football-field-sized room. As soon as I cleared a group of teenagers, I skidded to a halt, and Dillon plowed into me.
Jade flipped her silky black hair behind her, exposing a bare shoulder, as she flirted with that dude I’d seen her with at her office building.
Jealousy trampled me, punching me right in the gut.
Jade giggled then swayed. The dude caught her.
Fuck.She was drunk.
The dude dragged a finger down her bare shoulder when he should’ve been lifting her blouse to cover her skin. I understood that the style of her top was one that slid off one shoulder to create a sexy look, and she was fucking sexy, but every guy in the club was probably eyeing her.
I growled, and if it weren’t for the loud music, the whole club would’ve heard me.
“Who’s the dude?” Dillon asked.
“Dead,” I said.
Jade continued to give the guy her undivided attention, giggling, drinking, and swaying her hips.
I couldn’t blame the guy. Jade was every man’s dream. Her green eyes alone sucked a man in, cocooning him in her seductive bubble.
“If Tito is here, we need—”
I held up my hand. “I know.”
“I’m going to see Duke,” Dillon said. “You get Jade and Mallory out of here.”
I hadn’t noticed Mallory until that moment. She was chatting up a bald guy, and she also appeared to have had one too many drinks.
Jade giggled again at the well-dressed fucker as her gaze floated over him and plowed into me. I swore I faltered where I stood, which was about ten feet from her.
She lost her smile.
Well, stab me in the heart, why don’t you.
She whispered in the guy’s ear before she skirted around a group of teenage boys who sized her up like she was a piece of meat.
The dude tried to stop Jade.
I growled again, mainly at the high schoolers. I was ready to bash in their heads until Jade wagged her finger at me. Instantly, they paled and turned their attention to the dance floor.
“Seriously? Are you following me?” She mashed her red-painted lips into a thin line. I wasn’t sure how I heard sultriness in her tone when she was outright angry.
I leaned in. “Lose the feistiness, or I’m going to take you into a restroom and fuck your brains out.” My dick was doing the talking for sure. But every time she scolded me, I got hard.
She made a sound I couldn’t quite hear over the music and voices, but when she flattened a hand on my chest, her head shot up, and behind the glossiness was pure shock. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean it.” She pushed her breasts into me.
“You’re drunk and grieving. We should leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere, certainly not with you.”
I traced a line down her neck, shoulder, and arm. Goose bumps erupted on her skin.
The music changed to a slow song, and she started swaying her body.
Yep, she was drunk. My first thought was to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out. That wouldn’t go over well, particularly if I was trying to get her back. But she would be safe.
