Minutes pass, and I kick back, rocking to my music, to Sean’s music, my limbs growing heavy with the buzz. Within the next few minutes, I’m digging through my purse, pulling out Sean’s Zippo. I flick it open and closed, eyeing the guy closest to me a table over.
“Hey,” I say with a smile.
He returns it. “Hey.”
“Look, I know this might seem out of the blue, but would you happen to know where I can get a little weed?”
He grins and lifts from his chair, his beer in hand, and walks the few feet over to get to me. “I may be able to help you,” he says, his eyes lighting as I scan his arm. No ink, and completely ignorant he’s just stepped in a ring of fire.
“Oh yeah? How much?”
“Free, if you smoke with me.”
I shake my head, regretting my decision to start the interaction. Ryan is right. I’m being stupid and reckless. But after today, I’m finding less and less fucks to give. It’s the look in the stranger’s eyes that has me on edge. “That’s not what I’m looking for.”
“It’s all good. I don’t bite.”
“Well, I do. And I’m saying no, thank you. Forget I asked. It was a bad idea.”
“Sounds like a good one to me.”
“Trust me. It’s not.”
He inches closer, his eyes roaming over me, and I know he hasn’t heard a word I’ve said.
“Seriously, never mind.” As he draws near, my sixth sense kicks in, and bells begin to ring in warning. “I mean it, stay away from me.”
“Don’t be like that,” he says, setting his beer on my table and leaning toward me with a clear look of intent. “We’re just getting to know each other.”
“Jack,” Eddie speaks up from where he stands behind the bar, “you don’t want to mess with that one.”
“Yeah, Jack,” I say, a faint if not imagined itch stirring on either side of my spine. “You should go.”
Jack eyes Eddie and then me before pulling back, contemplating the warning while picking up his beer, but he’s too late. Standing at the entrance of the seedy bar is the most lethal and beautiful of devils, and he’s brought hell with him, the summoned flames dancing in his eyes.
I slowly stand, the chair scraping the floor behind me as I prepare for war. “Jack, there’s an exit behind the bathroom,” I whisper hoarsely. “You better take it.”
Jack stands frozen as his threat sets into motion. Head dipped, an Armani tailored imp, he moves toward us in a cloud seeming to create a wind of his own, his powerful arms extended, his menacing movements barely traceable as cocktail tables start to fly and explode on either side of him.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip.
Tables somersault and burst into splinters as if willed so by some invisible force as he makes his way toward me, punishment promised in his eyes while he leaves nothing but destruction in his wake.
Oh, fuck!
I’ve never seen him so angry. Terrified, I turn to Jack. “Jesus! Go!”
Jack’s white as a sheet when he turns to haul ass toward the dark hall leading to the exit. I swallow as he draws near, thankful for the whiskey thrumming through me, steadying my shake. Tobias reaches me just as I lift the tumbler to my lips before he bats it out of my hand. The glass falls with the force of it, smacking the side of the table, the amber liquid splashing on my skirt before the tumbler shatters at my feet. It’s then I realized the bar has cleared and the music’s been cut off.
“I take it you aren’t in the mood to dance?”
“I told you to leave.”
“Come now. We should be celebrating. We’re business partners.”
“What the fuck, man,” Eddie says as he surveys his destroyed bar, righting a table.
Tobias glares down at me without an ounce of regard for Eddie and his horribly renovated bar. “You need to leave. I’m not asking anymore.”