Page 115 of All Your Hate

“You sound disappointed. Did you want me to chase you down and fuck you in there?”

She rolls her eyes and laughs, but we both know the real answer to that.

“Luka and Edward are here.” I point towards the booth. “You ready?”

Giving me a determined nod, we go to join them.

“Doctor Vincent! Fancy seeing you here!” Wynter says obnoxiously loudly as she almost falls into his lap. He looks immediately uncomfortable with the close proximity. “How have you been? Oh and who’s your friend?”

She sways in her seat as she smiles sweetly at the older man who looks nervously between the three of us.

“This is my colleague Doctor Edward Price.” Luka’s back to his award-winning public persona now.

“Have we—uh—met before?” Edward asks Wynter nervously and she shakes her head, pushing her bottom lip out.

“No, I don't think so. I’m sure I’d remember someone as handsome as you.”

I snort out a laugh at her terrible acting and she kicks her heel into my ankle which is, unfortunately for her, protected by my boot.

Edward actually blushes as he stares at Wynter, his eyes starting to wander to the rest of her.

“Maybe you recognize my boyfriend?” Wynter rests her head on my shoulder and giggles.

“Everyone knows the Sinclaire family. Or what’s left of them I suppose.”

This fucker’s got less tact than Luka.

Wynter places her hand on my thigh and squeezes.

“Well, I can’t say I recognize you, Doctor Prince,” I exhale with a bored sigh.

“Price,” he corrects me.

“How about you get us some more drinks?” Wynter makes a face at me, telling me not to lose my cool with Edward.

“Please, let me get them.” Edward rushes to stand up and has to hold his hand in front of himself to hide his obvious erection. Wynter tries not to grimace while I stop myself from tearing the thing off him.

“Did he rape you?” I blurt out as soon as he’s out of earshot.

“Keep your voice down! No, I don’t think he did. He did the same thing as you and Luka did to me, minus the tracker.”

“You weren't the first,” Luka tells her.

Wynter nods slowly. “I assumed as much. The plan seems to be working.” She sounds so proud of herself. I let her decide how tonight would go. If it were up to me I wouldn’t have her anywhere near the man until I’d already beaten him half to death.

“He wants you,” Luka says with indifference.

I feel Wynter shiver uncomfortably next to me. “He’s not going to touch you,” I reassure her. If he puts a single finger on her he’s dead. No matter what Luka says.

Edward comes back to the table with a tray of drinks. He gives Wynter hers first. “Red to match the beautiful lady’s dress. I didn’t actually catch your name.”

“It’s Wynter and this is perfect,” she says, making her voice sound slurred again. “You’re so sweet.”

She picks her glass up and lifts it to a toast, the drink sloshing out onto the table. “To getting everything we want tonight.”

Edward’s eyes are all over her body again and I can’t stand it. Something akin to a growl comes out of me and Edward shrinks back.

Wynter puts her hand on my lap and starts to unzip me. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper harshly in her ear.

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