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“Come on, Wyn,” the red-haired yelled. “Before the fucking asshole comes out and catches us.”

Wynter waved her head. “You guys go. I’ll meet you at the dorms later.”

“What?” The woman with dark hair and blue eyes screeched. I guessed that had to be her cousin by the way she scowled my way. “Why?”

Wynter rolled her eyes. “I don’t interrogate you when you go out with boys,” she protested.

I had to scoff at her calling me a boy. I couldn’t even remember the last time I felt like a boy. Probably the day my mother left me.

“What’s his name?” Her cousin hissed.

“None of your business,” Wynter retorted dryly. “Where is Davina?” she asked.

The two women shrugged, and pointed to the cell phone. Wynter reached underneath her dress, and I realized she had a secret pocket in it. She pulled out her phone and read a message.

*All good. Go without me. I’ll meet you back in the dorms.*

“That’s weird,” she mumbled.

“Are you and your friends getting into trouble?”

Tilting her head up, her shining eyes met my gaze.

“Never,” she deadpanned, but her eyes twinkled with mischief.

CHAPTER6

Wynter

Leaving Juliette and Ivy gaping after me, I followed Bas to his car.

He opened the passenger door for me and I slid into the seat of his Lamborghini. As I watched him go around the car, I combed my fingers through my hair. It wasn’t exactly how I envisioned running into him again, but it couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t like I’d admit to the Italian Kingpin my friends and I were a distraction while our fourth friend was stealing from my uncle. Oh, who happened to be head of the Brennan Irish mafia?

Yeah, I’d pass on that explanation.

The driver’s door opened and he got behind the wheel.

“No more dancing half-naked on bar tops,” Bas growled softly as he started the car and took off down the street.

“Nice to see you too,” I drawled and gave him my brightest smile. “Don’t tell me your eyes were offended?”

My cheeks heated at my flirting attempt. I never bothered with it before, though now I wished I had more practice. I lowered my eyes, stretching my legs while I stared at my French pedicure.

“Are you even legal to be in the clubs?” he demanded to know.

I peeked at him under my lashes. He was right, I wasn’t legal enough to enter that club. But that was never a problem considering its owner. Of course, telling Bas I was related to the well-known mafia owner of the club was out of the question. Uncle Liam kept us in the dark about his activities, but I knew enough to understand fraternizing with any DiLustro would be frowned upon, seriously. Besides, my mother hated anything connected to the underworld.

“I’ll be twenty-one in a few weeks,” I admitted softly.

“Jesus, you’re younger than I thought,” he grumbled quietly under his breath. “How did you get into The Eastside?

“The old fashioned way,” I scoffed. “With a fake ID.” He smirked. “How old did you think I was?” I asked him bravely, turning my head to watch his profile.

And what a gorgeous profile it was. My heart thumped to an uneven beat, unlike ever before. The only thing that ever got me excited before was ice skating. As pathetic as that sounded. But it was my life. I lived and breathed figure skating.

Yet now, I feared I would live and breathe this man.

Fuck, this had to be karma for all my snarky remarks about insta-love.