56. Alexis
CHAPTER 56
Alexis
“ D id you have a good conversation with Devyn?” Evan’s raspy voice rumbles against the shell of my ear, wrapping his arms around me.
The way this man affects me is something I’ve yet to adjust to. My brain goes on the fritz every time he touches me and speaks in that low, sexier-than-hell tone.
A wide smile curls my lips as I nod. Happiness lights up my insides as I stare into his knowing charcoal eyes. “We had a great conversation.”
“I’m glad.” He plants a soul-searing kiss on my lips.
“She and I have a lot in common.”
Evan chuckles. “I’m not the first one to use a mask…” He eyes Ryker, Luca, Zayne, and Jaxson. “I won’t be the last.”
I roll my eyes. “I should be pissed at you for that stunt.”
He smirks. “But you’re not.”
“I’m not.” I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his. “As unhinged as it is, I’ve never felt so seen. Even if your methods are unconventional, I know you do it because you care.”
He squeezes my ass, his eyes twinkling. “About time you come around to my way of thinking.”
“Does that mean I can chase you around while wearing a mask?”
“That’s fucking hot. Anytime, bellissima.”
I’m tucked into Evan’s side, laughing at Jaxson and Zayne bickering over the matches. I shake my head, taking a drink from the cup Evan hands me, feeling more relaxed than I’ve felt in a long time.
My gaze moves to the announcer, who steps into the center of the mats on the floor, a microphone in his hand. He gets the crowd fired up before he announces there are only two more minutes for final bets to be placed, then lowers his mic and walks off.
The hair stands up on my neck as if I’m being watched. A cold chill rolls down my spine.
My gaze moves around the throngs of people, but I don’t spot anyone watching me. Must be my imagination.
But the feeling persists. My gaze moves around the crowd again, intently studying those in attendance. I do a double take when my eyes land on a guy with sandy blond hair and piercing sapphire eyes. A sneer curls his lips as his malicious eyes burn into me.
The drink falls from my hands, and my blood turns to ice. No. It can’t be him.
I swallow hard, blinking rapidly. Why is Shane here?
“Bellissima. Who the hell is that?” Evan’s growl draws my attention. He stares at the sandy-haired guy with narrowed eyes, his muscles tense.
My mouth is dry as the memories of the incident wash over me. My voice is shaky, and my limbs weaken as I lean into Evan’s side. “Remember when I told you I lost my virginity to Shane Reynolds? The asshole who pretended to care about me?—”
“And recorded taking your virginity without your knowledge or consent. Then he shared it with his immature buddies, who made it go viral?”
I nod, glad I don’t have to say those words.
“That’s him?”
I nod, staring at the rage contorting his face. “Evan?” I tremble beneath his arm, fear coursing down my spine.
Murderous intent burns from his irises. “He shouldn’t have come here. That asshole’s a dead man.”