Chapter 54
Nash
When I lied to Ellie this morning about her arm and why it was bandaged, it came to me so easy. I’ve always been a bad liar, but apparently, when it comes to Ellie and her safety, no lie is too big.
The guys that they tortured almost two weeks ago came back with vengeance… Well, one of them. I don’t know if the dumb fuck really did have a death wish or if he had no other choice but to do what he did.
Marcello dropped Ellie off here with me, per her request, and called his Doctor—that he pays god knows how much to do this crazy-ass shit—to get to the warehouse. Code for, come get these organs.
1We’re at Club Onyx, celebrating yet another win under our belts. None of the goddamn sports announcers or journalists can believe we’re doing so well with this being my rookie season. They never shut the fuck up about how I’m bound to choke when it comes to the playoffs. “If we make it there” is what they always have to throw onto the end of every statement. The press conferences after are never fun to answer back to snarky questions and comments. I’m trying not to let it ruin my mood, especially since we’re entering our bye week and leading our conference.
Everyone warned me when I was drafted to the Rebels that in Vegas… you’re doing nothing but playing for the dark. I didn’t know what they meant at the time, but now I have a sick feeling that it has everything to do with the mafia having their hands in absolutely everything here. That includes the pro teams… and I’m woven deeper than I ever thought I could be into this shit storm.
I would do it a thousand times over if that meant I could end up with Ellie every time—and Zamir too.
Ellie takes my hand, pulling me out of our VIP booth, and before I know it, we’re in the middle of the dance floor; she’s grinding her ass against my cock, her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and I can’t keep my greedy hands off of her perfect fucking body.
Her bottom half is covered by some light-wash, ripped-to-shreds jeans with her signature fish nets under them. The waist of the fish nets is above her already high-waisted jeans, and that’s doing something to me I didn’t know was possible… On her top half, she only has a little black tube top thing that has her breasts spilling from the top of it. She did have a flannel covering her but said it would not go with the vibes in here. To finish off her look, she has her favorite platform Doc Martens on, making her even taller. I run my hands down her stomach to her hips, pulling her closer to me.
I lean down the little bit that I need to whisper into her ear, “I love that you’re tall, Mi Amor.” I run my nose over her hair, inhaling her spicy floral scent. That was the first thing I noticed about her on this very floor, what feels like ages ago.
She reaches back, grabbing my hips possessively, throwing her head practically between her legs but still holding onto me. I grab both her wrists, keeping her in place, and she leans down even more, giving me the best view of her plump fucking ass. I thought the waist of her fish nets were killing me before… fuck, they look even better encasing her luscious hips. This view has me biting my lip to keep from moaning out on this damn dance floor. Fuck, I wonder if she’d let me tie her up; she looks so perfecto like this.
She still makes my fucking knees weak, probably even more now that I’ve spent so much time with her, fully knowing what she’s capable of. I get to see her for who she truly is. The intelligent, powerful, badass of a woman filled with so much female rage from seeing way too much at this point in her life.
We’re cut from the same cloth.
Both being the oldest siblings that carried burdens that never should’ve made it to our shoulders. For myself, I wouldn’t change it for the world, but I would happily take all those hardships from Ellie. They made me the man I am today from all the shit I was put through by my father, and her mother did the same with her.
I look around the club for Zamir, but I don’t see him anywhere. I figured he would be out here dancing with us. The plaguing thought that he doesn’t want to be seen in public with me is repeating in my head over and over. I try to push that thought away and the hurt that follows it. But I let it roll through me instead, knowing this is how Zamir felt when I told him this was all still an experiment for me… That was the second biggest lie that’s left my lips the past week.
I pull out my phone sending a text over to him.
Nash
Where are you at, Bebé?
Ellie’s still bent over in front of me, so I snap a quick picture so he knows what he’s missing out on.
Nash
*Image*
#1 Wide Receiver
I had to run home real quick to grab something from my apartment. I’ll be there in ten.
How he gets that picture and doesn’t say a word is beyond me… I pocket my phone and let the worry go of what Zamir and I are. Really, what we’re all doing as a goddamn group of people with so many issues; we probably need to be in some kind of psychological study.
She stands and spins around to get to her tippy toes and yells over the music, “I’m running up to the bar. Do you want anything?” I shake my head, letting her know I don’t want anything.
I watch her strut up to the bar, and I head back to our table behind the ropes. I keep my eyes on Ellie making sure she’s okay. I know the security in here is great, but you can never be too safe, especially with all the shit that’s been happening recently.
It’s not as busy in here as I thought it was going to be. I’m looking around the club, and it’s just the Rebels and maybe a girlfriend or two. I mean, it is a Sunday night, but still, this place looks dead to be one of the newest, most popular clubs in Vegas. I’m sure Marcello put a number on how many people he was letting in.
An eerie feeling surrounds me, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s to listen to my instincts since being around these three. I look around the club again, and I don’t see Ellie anywhere. I jump up out of the high back booth, trying to see over everyone in the way. She was just fucking there! Maybe she ran to the bathroom or saw a friend.
I’m trying to calm my racing heart. My fingers and arms are starting to tingle from the fear lacing through my blood. I’m practically running over to the bar to make sure I’m not overlooking her.
I’m standing in front of the bar when my world stops spinning when I hear Ellie’s scream. I feel a sharp stab in my neck.
Her scream echoes through my soul.
Then everything goes black.
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