Page 2 of Wicked Heirs

I’d barely made it two steps away from the building and into the back alley that led around to the main streets of the entertainment district when two guys followed out after me.

Right after me.

“Hey, babe!” one of them called out.

With some struggle, I managed to turn around.

The one with the long dirty-blond hair was decked out in a casual beige blazer with a white t-shirt beneath and a pair of slacks. The other with the shaved head had on a sheer black shirt with a pair of designer jeans.

Nothing about them looked familiar at all.

“Headed home. Have a good night,” I said, waving my hand dismissively, before turning back around and making my way down the alley.

Again, I didn’t get far, as they suddenly dodged right into my path.

It forced me to pull up short to avoid crashing into them. “What the hell?” I grumbled.

“You were into us,” long hair accused.

“What?”

“Grinding up on us both for two songs’ worth.”

Seriously?

The two of them looked me up and down in my denim crop top and my white flowing mini-skirt that spun when I twirled.

Uncomfortable at their blatantly leering gazes, I pulled my jacket closed.

“Everyone was grinding up on everyone. It was a crowded dance floor,” I responded.

My words sounded coherent in my mind, I just hoped my response came across that way to these guys too, so they understood it was just meaningless fun. It was a nightclub, for goodness sake. Was this their first time having a night out at one? Well, it certainly wasn’t mine. I knew the deal, even if these fools didn’t.

“We don’t care about everyone. Just you, pretty girl.”

I glared. “Back off. The night’s over for me.”

“Don’t be so hasty.”

A warning went off in my brain, trying to cut through my drunkenness.

Good luck with that.

Putting one foot in front of the other was about all I could handle.

Although, the frustration quickly building from these dickheads continuing to bother me was definitely ruining my buzz.

“Step aside,” I demanded.

Instead of doing that, one of them slammed their hand into my chest and I stumbled back into the brick wall of the alley.

The two of them were there then crowding me.

My first reaction was to respond with a show of force that would no doubt eclipse theirs.

But in my less-than-sober state I wasn’t in control of my strength. With the added intensity of being set upon like this, it could very easily result in me using accidental fatal force.

The complications associated with that were unfathomable.

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