Doug clears his throat. “Here.” He dumps a couple of red cloth napkins on the sticky mess of sweet and sour and leans back to look at us. “Now listen up, you two.”
I look at him as I try to move my elbow. It’s stuck to the table.
“Beauty.” He snaps his fingers.
“Yes, I’m listening. I love you both so much.”
He rolls his eyes. “Okay, slow down on the tequila.” He points at me. “Both of you need to move on. Dolly has taken steps. Dylan is smart, has his own business, and does not kill people. This is a definite plus for you, Dolly.”
Dolly looks over at the door and her eyes widen. “Oh my God,” she shouts as Edge walks in and looks around.
It’s impossible to ignore his rock-hard, tattooed body. Edge has always been my favorite and not because he’s a fucking hot ginger, but because he loves Dolly and she loves him, and if they can’t seem to make it, we’re all doomed.
“How did he know we’re here?” I say way too loudly. The whole bar heard me.
Edge turns and a hiss escapes Dolly’s mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Doug grabs a drink and shakes his head in disgust at Dolly. “You texted him, didn’t you?”
Dolly doesn’t even respond and remains fixated on Edge who reminds me so much of David my heart flutters. They look nothing alike but the way he holds himself… moves.
“Danger,” I whisper as Edge moves toward the booth.
“Yes.” Dolly bites her red bottom lip.
I didn’t even realize I said it out loud, but that’s what these men are. They are fucking hot, dangerous bad boys who steal your very breath.
“Don’t worry. I’m here for you.” I grab her warm hand. Doug snorts in disgust.
“She brought him here. You’re on your own tonight.” He looks bored as Cindy comes walking back. Her eyes are puffy, but it looks like she put on a bunch of lip gloss.
“What now?” She puts her hands on her hips.
“Get up,” Edge snarls, not even glancing at us. He stands behind Cindy and she screams. He ignores her, but the manager over at the front frowns.
They need to turn up the music. Everyone is staring at us.
Cindy turns and looks behind him. “Where’s Ryder?”
“Working,” Edge grunts.
“Of course he is.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m out.” She leans over and grabs her purse.
“Cindy, don’t go.” I try to stand, but I’m sandwiched between Doug and Dolly.
“See you in the morning, Charlize. Edge, tell your friend to lose my number and to go fuck himself.” She slams open the big wooden door as she leaves with a dramatic flair.
“Nice, Edge,” Doug mumbles.
“I said get up. We’re going.” Edge holds out his tattooed hand.
“No.”
“Dolly.” He almost spits it out. “If you don’t want me to put a fucking bullet in that pussy you’ve been seeing, you’ll get your ass up.”
I look at Dolly then Edge. “Um, Edge?”
He looks over at me, and his eyes change from fierce to… Is that pity I see?
“You doing okay, Charlie?”
And I drop Dolly’s hand and want to slide down the booth and hide. Instead I hold my head high and say, “I’m fantastic,” then cringe at how pathetic that sounded.
“Good.”
His eyes drift back to Dolly’s. “Choice is yours.”
She huffs. “Why do you care? You fuck anything that moves.”
“This isn’t about me. This is about my girl’s cunt being around another man’s cock. If I find out you really did, Dolly…” His hands clench and a small shudder goes through me.
“You’ll what?” she snarls. “You can’t hurt me anymore, Edge.”
“Oh God,” I whisper. The violence in Edge’s eyes is something I never saw in David’s. He was more… tortured. Edge looks like a lunatic. A hot lunatic, but a lunatic nonetheless.
An uncomfortable silence falls over the table as I glance at Doug and kick him to do something.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Doug slaps the booth as he scoots out, motioning with his hand for her to leave. “Go. He’s what you want.”
“I don’t want him… I hate him,” Dolly says as Edge glares at her.
With a snort, he reaches for her. “We’ll see when you’re begging for my cock tonight.”
I stare in shock as Edge pulls her with him. For the first time in months, I forgot about my own shit. Edge and Dolly are a fucking mess. I look at Doug who hands me someone’s slushy margarita.
“He was kidding, right?” I pick it up and motion to Edge as he pulls Dolly out. “He’s not going to kill what’s his name?”
Doug reaches for a chip. “Dylan. And who the fuck knows. Edge is a maniac where Dolly is concerned.”
“David never acted like that. Some of the Disciples are scary.” I take a sip.
He throws back his head and laughs. “They’re sickos, all of them. Don’t kid yourself and think your David is a prince.” He gets another chip and looks at me. “And relax. Dolly didn’t fuck Dylan.”