My men looked so handsome. They had all worn tight jeans and sweaters that showed off every deliciously carved muscle they had. Elliot had let his hair down once we got inside, those soft strands falling in his face. They all sat around me and Kenna, keeping an eye on everything that was happening around us as they nursed their one whiskey each.
I leaned over to Tristan, whose strong hand was creeping further and further between my thighs.
“We could always make a quick trip to the loo,” I whispered in his ear. I ran a hand through his white-blond hair and tugged a bit at the ends. “I didn’t wear any panties.” His fingers flexed against my thigh, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“You can’t say that shit to me right now, Scarlet,” he murmured against my ear. “I’m supposed to be watching for someone that may want to kill you, and you’re dangling fruit in front of a starving man.”
I smiled and kissed him, letting my hand wander over the growing bulge in his jeans. He groaned and turned his attention back towards the table, trying his hardest to ignore me. Kenna and Seb were bickering back and forth, and Elliot was sitting stoically in the corner of the large booth, sipping his drink and watching every person that came through the door.
“Guy sitting at the bar alone keeps looking over here even though he’s trying really hard to look like he isn’t,” Elliot said in a low voice. Tristan leaned in like he was whispering something to me and turned his head, glancing at the guy out of the corner of his eye. He kissed me and squeezed my leg again.
“He got here not long after us, and he’s been there ever since, glancing around like a creep,” Seb said, leaning forward on the table. He looked right at me and gave me a wicked smile, a smile that promised evil. “Can I get him for you, pet?” he asked me.
I glanced over at Kenna to gauge her reaction to the monster that was about to come out to play. She just looked back at me and downed her drink.
“Guess that’s our cue?” she asked me.
I looked back to Seb.
“Am I not allowed to do the honors?” I pouted.
“Oh, definitely fucking not,” Elliot said. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Seb again.
“Yes, baby. Go get him,” I said with a defeated huff. They were going to have to realize that I could take care of myself and that I was just as fucked-up and bloodthirsty as they were. But maybe if I conceded to this, they’d let me join Seb as he tortured the guy for answers.
That could be fun.
Seb winked and stood quickly, walking over to the guy with purpose while we all gathered our things, trying not to make a scene in the small village pub. Elliot followed Seb before we did, and I watched as they both held a knife on either side of the dude’s torso. They said something too low for me to hear as the rest of us walked past them and out into the cold December night.
It was snowing, and despite the situation we were currently in, I took a moment to throw my head back and catch a few snowflakes on my tongue.
“Get in the fucking car, Scarlet,” Elliot growled, taking hold of my arm and jerking me in the direction of our SUV.
“Easy, big guy, damn,” I said, ripping my arm free and crawling into the back seat with Kenna. “I just wanted to…” He cut off my words by slamming the door in my face. “Dick,” I said under my breath. He was going to pay for that.
Seb opened the back hatch, and both he and Elliot started to tie the dude up, gagging him and making sure he couldn’t get free. Tristan sat up front, and once the other two were done restraining the asshole, Elliot got into the driver’s seat.
“I’ll sit back here with him to make sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” Seb said as he crawled in and sat next to him, holding a gun to his face. All the doors shut, we all buckled up, and Kenna peeked over the seat.
“He’s pissed himself,” she said, holding back laughter. “What did you say to him, Sebby?”
Seb just smiled and shrugged, that murderous little smirk on his lips that I couldn’t wait to kiss off later. But first, answers.