Chapter 57
Rachel
“Where are we going?” I snapped as Vienna dragged me out of the clubhouse and down the quiet, dark streets of the compound.
“I’m putting some fucking space between the two of you before you kill each other,” he gritted out, tightening his grip on my arm as though he sensed my thoughts and knew I was getting ready to bolt.
He continued manhandling me—sometimes pushing me in front, other times dragging me if I fell behind. He had never been this rough with me before, and I knew he was at his limit. I didn’t even know Vienna had a limit, but it didn’t stop me from fighting back.
I shoved him, I kicked at him, I rained my fists down on his chest and at one point even tried tackling him to get back to Dante and finish what I had started.
He was a fucking cunt, and I wasn’t going to let him speak to me like that. Contract or no contract, there had to be fucking ground rules, and he was breaking every single one of them.
Vienna wasn’t at all deterred by my attempts to escape, and simply responded by picking me up and hauling me over his shoulder again, carrying me to one of the bars like a sack of flour.
“I hate you,” I snapped at him, punching his back.
“Hate me all you want. At least you’re fucking alive! Do you have a goddamn death wish?” He snapped, kicking open the door to the bar and glaring at everyone inside. “Out!” He barked, jutting his chin towards the entrance we had just walked through.
Or carried, in my case.
Only a few people got up from their seats, so Vienna’s reasonable reaction was to pull the gun from his pocket and aim it at them.
“Out! Now! Make me ask a third time and I’ll empty the entire fucking barrel into whichever unlucky cunt happens to be in my way.
Now!” He yelled in a ferocious voice, making me jump slightly.
As everyone scrambled to get out of the bar, finally remembering where they were and who they were dealing with, Vienna deposited me on one of the barstools and glared down at me.
“I’m going to get us a drink. Maybe five drinks.
You’re going to sit there and not budge a fucking inch, Rachel.
Do you hear me? You and Dante need some distance right now.
If you go back there, he will fucking kill you. ”
“So that’s it, is it?” I sneered at him. “The mask is well and truly off, and Vienna is showing his true colours.”
“I never hid them,” he responded, flicking me on the forehead. “I just never had a reason to treat you that way before. Now sit. Please,” he added as an afterthought after a brief pause, and then went behind the bar, grabbing an entire bottle of vodka.
“The way you swung at him,” Vienna laughed, shaking his head.
It was an hour later, and the original bottle of vodka was long gone, and we were working our way through some god-awful cocktail pitcher Vienna had thrown together.
I watched him when he was pouring the alcohol in, and there was no way this was a legitimate cocktail.
But it was strong, and it did the trick.
I was no longer mad at Dante and was instead laughing my ass off as we reminisced about some of our worst arguments.
“Stop,” I giggled back. “I’ve never hit someone this much until I met Dante!”
“It was the little run and jump to make sure you hit his face for me,” Vienna cackled. I was too pissed to reply, the alcohol making my words slurred. I leaned my head on his shoulder, downing another mouthful of the cocktail concoction, leaning into Vienna to stop me from swaying on my barstool.
However, Vienna must have moved at the same time as I did, and before I knew it, I was on my back on the floor.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath through the tears of laughter, and when I opened them again, all I saw was Vienna’s stupid beard dangling down into my face.
“Whatcha doing down there, Rachel?” He grinned at me, not bothering to offer any help.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” I snickered, and then latched onto his beard with both hands, attempting to pull myself up.
Vienna flew forward, grabbing at the barstools to steady himself. Unfortunately, the alcohol had impaired his reflexes, and he stumbled on his feet, almost doing the splits in his attempt to stay upright.
“You look like fucking Road Runner!” I spluttered, pushing myself up with one hand, but still pulling at his beard with the other. “Beep, beep!” I said once I was on my feet, imitating Road Runner’s catchphrase.
He grabbed at my waist as he righted himself, and it was then that I noticed how close our bodies were, and just how tightly he was holding me.
I swallowed heavily and went to step away. However, the second I did so, Vienna stepped closer, preventing me from leaving.
His eyes dilated, and electricity flew through my skin wherever he was touching me.
“What—” I began, only to find that my throat was suddenly too dry to talk. I swallowed again and brought my tongue out to wet my lips, seeing that Vienna’s eyes were focused on my mouth, watching my every move.
I don’t know who made the next move. I don’t know who started it and who reciprocated, and I’m not sure entirely how it happened, but the next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine, and my hands were clutching at his cut, pulling him closer.
Vienna’s hands slipped to my ass, hauling me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we stumbled backwards, crashing into one of the booths, sending the lamp on top crashing to the floor.
I bit at his lips, sliding my tongue along his. He pushed his hands under my top, stroking along my bare back, leaving molten fire in his wake.
He bit my lips in return, pulling a moan from my throat and I thrust forward, pulling his hair in painful grasps between my gripped fingers.
He stumbled backwards as I pressed against him, and we crashed into the opposite wall.
Vienna’s breath left his lungs in a huff with the force of our movements, his hand coming up from the neckline of my shirt and grasping the back of my neck.
He squeezed it before grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, moving his head to suck and bite along my collarbone and up my neck to the bottom of my ear.
“Fuck,” I whispered, and then we were on the move again.
Vienna spun us around, lowering his hands back to my ass, pressing me against his hard cock as he sent us crashing into the wall near the bar.
My hands moved to his shoulders, roaming over his muscular arms before I shoved his leather cut down his arms. He raised his knee slightly, holding my body weight between that and his body that was pressed tight against mine, and shrugged out of the cut, throwing it to the other side of the room.
I expected his hands to go back to my ass, but instead he gripped my arms and brought them over my head, pinning them against the wall. He gathered my wrists in one hand, and his other hand came to my tits, squeezing them roughly.
We deepened the kiss, both of us biting at each other that I wasn’t even sure that we were actually kissing anymore. We were devouring each other.
My breaths came in ragged pants as he pushed my top up with one hand and ran his tongue along the swollen curves of my tits that spilled out of my bra.
I arched my back, pressing my body further into him. I ground my hips, pressing the swell of his cock against my throbbing pussy, moaning out loud at the feeling of my clothes rubbing against me.
His mouth came back to mine, his facial hair scratching my cheeks, but I didn’t care. I welcomed the pain, opening my mouth to his tongue, my pussy clenching as it stroked along my own.
We were both frantic, pawing at each other, a strange desperation taking over us that neither one of us understood. He released my hands, and I immediately slid them between our bodies, going for the button on his trousers.
And then there was a bang outside. A bang that had us both jumping, stumbling to the side until we crashed into the bar.
Pint glasses tumbled from the shelves, raining down on us, and Vienna spun us quickly, wrapping his arm around my head at the same time, pushing me into his chest to shield me from the glass.
We listened in stunned silence as pint glass after pint glass shattered onto the floor.
A laugh bubbled up my throat, and I raised my head, daring a quick glance at Vienna to see he was also fighting his laughter. As soon as our eyes locked, we let loose, laughing until we were crying. When I finally calmed, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead against his.
“What the fuck are we doing?” I murmured, rubbing my nose against his.
“Something stupid,” he agreed, gently lowering me to the floor. “You know Dante can never find out about this?” He said quietly.
My stomach flipped at the mention of Dante.
Jesus fucking Christ, I really did have a death wish!
“Never,” I agreed.
“Hair buddies?” Vienna asked, his voice wobbling slightly.
“Hair buddies,” I nodded. I went on my tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss against his lips. “Don’t look so worried. This never happened. No one else needs to know.”
“These things have a habit of coming out.”
“Trust me,” I whispered. “As far as we’re concerned, this never happened.”
“Never happened,” he nodded, although if the look on his face was anything to go by, he didn’t believe a word of it.
“Come on,” I murmured, walking towards the door. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
He draped his arm around my shoulders and picked his beard up, slapping me in the face with it. I hit his chest, and he laughed, pulled me into his chest and placed a kiss on the top of my head.
He let go of me just long enough to retrieve his cut and then we left the bar, neither one of us remembering the surveillance, and neither one of us noticing the blinking red light in the corner.