Chapter 11
Drama
Rico
“Let’s go,” Ed calls as he downs a drink and grabs the girl closest to him to stand and dance with.
He doesn’t even bother to take her down to the dance floor. I shake my head and roll my eyes for the millionth time and fight not to shove this chick’s hand off me. I’m not interested in any of these girls who have surrounded us. I would have had them bounced right up out of here any other night.
Glancing at my watch, I work my jaw and frown. What the fuck is taking Emilia and Oni so long? I sent Mario out to wait for them thirty minutes ago.
“This place is lame tonight,” the girl on my left says.
I grunt. She’s right. It is. I’ve been ready to go.
I’m getting ready to say fuck it when the crowd parts and Mario comes into view, followed by Emilia. The chick on my right starts to whine about leaving and glides her hand up my arm. That’s when Oni comes into view.
My mouth runs dry, and my pants tighten. How does this girl become more beautiful every time I see her? Disappointment hits when it looks like she’s going to turn and walk away.
I was expecting a little more fire from my little car thief. However, Emilia stops her and whispers something that causes Oni’s face to transform completely. She throws her shoulders back and lifts her head.
I’m in awe of how she commands the room around her. She looks like a model on the runway as she saunters over to the area we’re sitting in and gracefully takes the seat farthest away from me.
I can’t take my eyes off her, but she won’t spare me a glance. Licking my lips, I take her in. Her nipples, pushing at the thin fabric of her outfit, grab my attention. When she crosses one thigh over the other, the clear heels on her cute little feet come into view.
“Should we get another round?” I call out, not taking my eyes off her.
“Yes,” the one with her hands still on me says in an annoying, whiny voice.
“We’ll take two frozen daiquiris,” Emilia says from beside Oni with a smile.
“Actually, I’ll take a Sex on the Beach. It can still be frozen,” Oni says.
I work my jaw but nod for Mario to place the order for everyone. Pop would kick my ass for this, but I won’t allow her to drink too much and no one’s going to harm her.
I’m pissed as the guys who don’t know any better now have their attention on my girl. The hungry looks they’re giving her have me ready to pull my guns. Not a single one of them will ever have her on a beach or anywhere else.
However, I add it to the list of places I plan to have her once I claim her fully. I take a calming breath and pull it together. I can’t lose my shit tonight.
“Maybe after this round, we can head out. There’s this party not far from here, or we can hang at your place,” the handsy chick says in my ear.
I pluck her hand out of my lap before she reaches what she’s looking for. It’s not for her. I’m hard for the one who won’t look at me.
“I don’t think so,” I reply, still not looking away from Oni.
Our drinks come and Oni starts to suck down the large fruity drink. I know she feels my eyes on her. I lift my glass of water to my lips and keep my eyes narrowed.
I never drink when I’m out like this. I always have water in my glass. Let everyone think I’m getting shit-faced. I always learn who’s willing to try me.
“Come dance with me,” Emilia stands and says to Oni.
Oni finishes her drink and nods. I follow them with my gaze as I sit back and place my arms over the back of the sofa I’m lounging on. Redman’s “Let’s Get Dirty” bumps through the speakers as they make it onto the dance floor.
I’m not surprised when Oni starts to roll and snake her body to the beat. All that New York attitude comes out. I’m not going to lie, Oni is the baddest one on the dance floor.
When she turns her back to me and throws her arms in the air as she sways her body and rocks her hips, I nearly lose it. That cute ass of hers is jiggling in that thin excuse for a romper.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her back as her bare skin starts to glisten with sweat. Images of taking her from behind while holding her tits and pounding into her fill my head. I’d fist those braids in my hand while getting so deep inside her she would feel me for weeks.
I shift in my seat and clear my throat. That’s not going to happen anytime soon. As if reading my thoughts, she turns with her arms still in the air and bends her knees as she rocks her hips like she’s riding me. She drops low and winds her hips as she comes back up to her full height.
Her little ass is trying to kill me or make me kill that little pussy. I nod my head to the beat as I remain transfixed by my girl. She locks eyes with me and keeps moving that sexy body.
When she turns and pops her ass, I’m done. My restraint breaks and I’m on my feet. I’m headed straight for her until the two girls who have been sitting with us run in front of me, blocking my way.
They start to wiggle in front of me, annoying the shit out of me. Oni looks at me and frowns. Then, some guy walks up and starts to dance with her.
All I see is red. When he places his hands on her hips, I can’t see straight. I lose all focus.
“I think the fuck not. Fuck outa here,” I growl, and shove past the two annoyances.
Oni
With all these bodies crowded together, it’s hot in here. Sweat is dripping down my back and between my boobs. The music is bumping, and that drink is definitely hitting.
I sway and do a little two-step. I’m feeling nice. There was a lot of alcohol in that drink.
I’m not even thinking about Rico and his little friends.
The guy who’s dancing on me is starting to get grabby and I’m not with that.
I continue to dance and start to throw my elbows to give him a hint to back off.
I even dance away to get closer to Emilia, who’s rocking her hips and lost in the music.
“Okay, girl,” I sing.
Emilia bops her head and smiles at me. I grab her hand and rock from side to side with her. That’s when this dude comes up on me again. I turn to tell him to back off, but Rico has placed himself between us and he’s glaring the guy down.
Rico pushes me behind him. I now have a full view of his broad back, so I don’t know if the guy has backed off or not. Not wanting to dance with either of them, I go to walk off. My arm is grabbed, and I’m tugged back.
“Get your hand the fuck off her,” Rico snarls.
I go to yank away, but the guy ignores Rico and tugs me to him. Rico wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me into his chest. In the next motion, he pulls a gun and points it at the guy’s face.
It all happens so fast. The guy is looking into the barrel of Rico’s gun with a grin on his lips. That’s when, out of the corner of my eye, I see another guy I know isn’t with us pulling a gun.
Without thinking, I reach for Rico’s other gun and pull it from its holster. Lightning fast, I aim at the guy aiming at Rico. Rico tightens his arm around me, but I hold fast.
“You don’t want to do that. Drop that shit before I drop you,” I say.
Rico kisses my forehead. “I think you should listen to her,” he says as he releases me and takes his gun from my hand to aim them both himself.
He backs away from me to have both guys in his view as his arms are spread out. Aldo comes and grabs me, tugging me out of the way. Mario creeps up behind the guy I had been aiming at and places his gun at the guy’s head.
“Looks like they’re not vetting who gets in here anymore. Not everyone should have such privileges. Whatever, you two are done,” Rico growls.
“Come on. He’s got this,” Aldo says in my ear as he tries to shove me to leave. Ed has Emilia, but my focus is still on Rico. “Come on, Bonnie. Clyde can handle this.”
I look at Aldo and purse my lips. I wasn’t trying to be Bonnie and Clyde. That guy was going to hurt Rico if I didn’t act fast.
We get outside the club, and my heart is racing. The guys rush us into our car and Eduardo jumps into the driver’s seat. I look around wildly as he pulls off, leaving Rico and Mario behind.
“They’ll be right behind us. Stop worrying,” Ed says.
“Oh shit, you pulled a gun on that guy. That was so badass. You and Rico looked made for each other. That was crazy,” Emilia says.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I saw him going to pull the gun and I reacted.”
“Did you even know how to use it?” Al asks.
“No,” I whisper.
Aldo and Emilia burst into laughter. My cheeks heat and I feel so stupid for my actions. Here I go, still making bad decisions.
“Wait until I tell Rico this one,” Eduardo grumbles. “You don’t pull a gun unless you’re ready to use it.”
“I wasn’t thinking that far ahead. I just didn’t want that guy to shoot Rico.”
“She’s definitely a ride or die,” Emilia sings.
“Crazy as he is for sure,” Ed mumbles and shakes his head.
“I like you. You just earned my respect,” Aldo says.
We get to the house and Eduardo parks the car. I climb out after Emilia and get ready to head inside and go to bed. However, I only make it a few steps before I’m grabbed around the waist and thrown over a shoulder.
The next thing I know, I’m being carried into the house as I bounce on said shoulder. I know it’s Rico because of his cologne and the gun holster on his shoulders. His suit jacket is gone now.
I grasp his dress shirt and hold on as he moves through the house. It’s all I can do to keep from falling onto my head. I’m starting to get a little queasy as we finally reach our destination.
He allows my body to slide down his front until I’m back on my feet. I look up at him as he steadies me with his hands on my waist.
“What were you thinking?” he whisper-yells.
“I … you. I reacted. He was going to shoot you,” I say as I look at him pleadingly.
In hindsight, I already feel stupid. I could have hurt someone or something, or worse. I could have gotten us hurt.
Instead of yelling at me, Rico cups my face and crushes my lips with his. I whimper into his mouth and lock my fingers into his hair. He groans and wraps his arms around me tightly.
“You’re making it hard for me not to—” He cuts off the words he was going to say against my lips.
I swallow hard and look into his eyes. In this moment, I feel like our connection deepens. If I wanted to turn away from him, I missed my last chance. This is it.
This is where I belong. There is no turning back. I can see it in his eyes. I’m his.