Page 29 of The Devil In Disguise

Do all of these idiots have a death wish?

“Hey, Kylo. Long time no see.” Amaris is about to take a shot of Reposado when a purr drags my line of vision to a familiar blonde. Stacy? Or Casey?

“You seem tense, why don’t I help you with that?” She bats her long, fake lashes at me and leans over enough to give me a clear view of her cleavage.

The only thing I feel when I look at her is annoyance.

“Not interested tonight, Casey.”

Her entire demeanor turns defensive. I’m pretty sure if she had a drink in her hand, she would throw it at me for the rejection alone. “My name is Cassie, you asshole.”

At least I was close.

When I find Amaris again, she’s making out with a girl. Fucking hell. I slightly regret not ordering a drink when I first got here. With a tight grip on the table to hold myself together, I wait and watch to see if she’ll push my buttons any further.

The song switches up and immediately she jumps up excitedly and looks for a dance partner, much like she’s done for every other song. My eyes almost bug out of my head when her new dance partner faces my direction and it’s none other than Dario fucking Cavani. He takes her hand and they begin moving together sensually and drunkenly.

I’ve had enough.

I’m on the dance floor in an instant, dragging her out. “Time to go, foxy.” Dario’s face beams with amusement when I shoot a glare at him.

“Come on, I was having fun.” Amaris slurs her words.

“You two were practically dry-humping on the dance floor, I’m sure you were.” My voice is clipped, dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s a dance called dembow. Try it, maybe you’ll learn something.”

We walk out of the building and I can’t help myself. “You kissed someone, too.”

“What’s it to you?” she quips.

“Why?”

“Why should I tell you? It’s not like you tell me things.”

The insinuation makes me stop walking and pull her aside with me. “What don’t I tell you?”

She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes. “Thank you for failing to mention that I’m staying with the freaking mafia. That would have been nice information to know.”

As long as that’s all she heard.

Relaxing a little at her words, we continue walking as I speak. “I thought I mentioned it to you when you first came, that’s my mistake. Now, the girl. Did you know her?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I just wanted a kiss and so did she. A woman is less likely to assault me over a little affection. Plus, she was so nice and pretty. I should have gotten her number.” She ends her sentence when we get to my car, pouting when I open the door for her, officially ending her wild night.

It’s kind of adorable. But then a different feeling swims through me.

There should be no reason for me to be jealous.

“Get in the car, Amaris. You’re wasted. Why would you mix your liquor?”

She rolls her eyes dramatically before getting in. “That’s the only way, babe,” she adds sarcastically when she sits.

The whole ride I’m tight-lipped and quiet, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles are white.

“If driving me around bothers you so much, then you should have just let Marco or someone else take me home.”

“You don’t know any of these people, something could have happened,” I snap.

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