Page 36 of Something Borrowed

Verity glances towards me. I nod. She grins, then lets her friend pull her away. Four security guards moving along behind her. Her father really went out of his way to make sure she wasn’t doing anything he didn’t approve of this weekend.

But her father doesn’t understand how determined I am.

The afterparty is pulsing with energy.

People are packed against each other that it’s almost impossible to push our way towards the bar.

“Tequila.” Celso says grinning. His left eye is already turning blue underneath it and his lip is split.

“Better get you two - by the looks of you.” I laugh.

Mas and Tuomo are standing behind us, looking annoyed. They aren’t used to the clubbing scene. “Let’s get a VIP table.” Mas leans forward and shouts.

“Go for it. Message me when you’ve organized something, and I’ll come join you.”

He nods and pushes away from us, Tuomo following him.

Celso and I stay at the bar and I watch him throw back four tequilas. His adrenalin is still so high from the fight - those drinks are going to knock him flat on his face or send him in a wild party mood.

“Three vodka shots.”

I hear her voice to my left and my body responds.

Turning towards her my eyes trace over her gorgeous features. Her hair is pinned up in a messy bun, glitter powders her long dark lashes, and a very dark red paint colors her full lips.

She looks fucking gorgeous.

Verity eyes me across the bar, throwing me looks only I understand.

But it’s clear what she wants from me.

Someone behind her bumps her and she turns to face them and with a snarl and swing of her elbow she clocks the guy right in his jaw.

“What the fuck?” Someone screams. Chaos breaks out and two body guards pile towards her to pull her away from it.

She’s fucking pissed off.

And she’s taking it out on everyone around her.

My eyes follow her as they pull her away from the bar back to the table she has near the dance floor.

Celso mumbles something to me.

“What?”

“They’ve got a table.” He says again. His eyes are already glaring over from the shots.

“Go ahead. I’ll see you there now. I’m just going to have another drink here first.”

“Suite yourself. It’s there to the left of the dance floor.”

He points and I nod. Celso pushes his way away from the bar and through the crowds towards where my other brothers are sitting.

The tables have been cornered off to reduce chaos around them, but the place is so full that even the VIP area demands maneuvering to get anywhere.

My eyes drift off my brothers and back to where Verity is sitting. Except she’s not sitting. She’s standing on the table with a bottle of vodka in her hand, dancing and laughing.

Her hips swaying and her dress flexing over her gorgeous curves.

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