Page 62 of Forgotten Sacrifice

“You’ve always got chess.” Olivia says with a huff. “Get a better excuse.”

I bristle. “It’s my career, so I’d say it’s a damn good excuse.”

“I’m going to break this up, because I have to pee,” Emma interjects.

“Let’s go,” Olivia says. “I need a pick-me-up.”

I follow them through the crowd to the ladies room. It’s a single stall, and I lock the door behind us.

Emma pees while Olivia rifles through her clutch, producing a small baggie filled with white powder. She dips her acrylic pinky nail into the bag before bringing it to her nose and sniffing. “You want a bump?”

“No, I’m good,” I say.

“Don’t be such a fucking bore,” she chides, holding out the baggie for me.

“I said I’m good,” I repeat myself firmly.

“You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”

Emma washes her hands and accepts the bag from Olivia, getting her bump.

“Jesus, Emma,” Olivia says, exasperated.

Blood trickles from Emma’s nose.

“Why have you not graduated from coke Kindergarten?” Olivia shoves a paper towel at Emma. “Get your shit under control.”

Olivia leads me out, abandoning Emma, and I hate that Vince was right about my friend.

“Let’s dance!” Olivia shouts, and we work our way through the crowd to the edge of the dance floor. Moving my hips to the music, I think about all the things I’d rather be doing than trying to fit into the rich girls club. There’s a lot of them. And for some weird reason, they all include Vince.

How is that manstillStockholm syndroming me?

“Big dick energy alert,” Olivia shouts, looking over my shoulder. “Watch and learn.” She shakes her hips off the dance floor, and I turn around to see who she’s talking about.

Vince is seated at the bar facing us, and I grit my teeth as Olivia grabs onto his thighs, leaning in and telling him something.

Spinning around, I grab the nearest guy. “Dance with me!” I shout over the music.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

Vince

Removing this vapid girl’s hands from my body, Luna’s friend is saying something, but I can’t hear anything over the pounding in my ears. Not when a drunk college boy paws Luna like a piece of meat, his hands roaming over her stomach and hips as she grinds her ass on his dick.

Luna turns around, and the guy grabs her face and kisses her.

And my restraint fuckingsnaps.

I shove the troublemaker Olivia out of my way, storming to the dance floor. Grabbing Luna and yanking her behind me, I shank the kid in his thigh with the mini pencil I always keep in my pocket.

He squeals, unsure of what just happened as I drag Luna through the crowd and out the door. “What the hell, Vince?”

We reach my SUV, and I practically toss her inside the passenger seat before storming around and sliding behind the wheel.

“You let him touch you.” I grit.