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She confessed; we acted like it didn’t happen.

“What does he want with Aria?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,’’ Eva shrugs. “So, look into them, and you’ll definitely find Wyatt.’’

“There’s a chance Jackson came after me on Wyatt’s orders.’’

Eva nods. “Exactly. Now… the main question is — why you? Sure, they couldn’t go directly after Arlo or Blair, but the third chick with Aria and Blair over there? Her main protector is currently in prison. She would’ve been an easier target. So, what’s going on between you and Aria?”

“Nothing.’’

Eva raises an amused brow. “Is that why she looks ready to kill me?”

I chuckle. “She will kill you if you get on her bad side.’’

She laughs nervously. “You’re not being serious, are you?”

“Oh, I am. And not only will she kill you, she’ll likely make it an overkill, and you will suffer. So just… behave in her presence. Her temper is getting worse with each day.’’

My eyes drift back to Aria, and she’s already looking at me. She doesn’t feel even remotely guilty that I’ve caught her staring. In fact, her stare becomes more intense, almost defiant. It makes my cock slightly harden in my pants, hating the confinement of the clothes.

Her eyes drift to Eva momentarily, and I’m reminded of the warning she gave me. It was so fucking hot hearing her say that, and I’m tempted to fuck her brains out right here in the middle of the club. Sadly, I’d have to kill anyone who’d see her naked, including her brother and her friends.

Instead, I wait.

Aria hops off the stool, the skirt barely covering her ass. She makes her way toward the restroom, too many eyes on her. I fist my hand, taking a swing of the bourbon. Even in a packed club, filled with many women, my eyes are on her only. She has my full attention, and my sole focus is that perfect little ass of hers.

The beast in me can’t stay put. Swiftly, I started following her from a safe distance. Once she enters the restroom, I take a quick glance around. Everyone’s so busy getting drunk and dancing that no one pays attention to the tall man entering the women’s restroom.

Two girls are inside. They’re talking and washing their hands, and then they abruptly pause when they look at me. They exchange a glance before drying their hands off and scurrying out of the restroom. Now, there’s no one here.

One stall is occupied, and I do a thorough search of the other ones just to ensure we’re alone.

I knock on Aria’s stall.

“Occupied,’’ she yells out, a bit annoyed.

I chuckle. “Open the door, bunny.’’

It’s silent for a moment before the sound of unlocking the door fills the restroom, and the door swings open. She’s a bit shocked to see me, but I don’t give her time to react. I push her inside gently, enter the stall, and lock it behind me.

Fuck me, she smells divine.

It’s a mix of forbidden fruit and the sweetest vanilla I’ve ever had the pleasure of smelling. I could get high on her scent; I could spend the rest of my life just basking in her presence, and I’d die a happy man.

Her bright eyes stare into mine, and I can see my own reflection in the crystal blue. She takes a small step back, hitting the toilet behind her. She folds her arms in front of her chest, and it takes all willpower not to just bury my face in her tits.

“What do you want, Cove?”

Aria tries to keep her voice stern, but I hear the slight crack. My feet move toward her until I close the distance between us. In one swift motion, I grab her thighs, lift her up, and spin us around, slamming her against the door.

She gasps, but her legs immediately wrap around my torso. I give her thighs a good, firm squeeze and lean in.

“I told you already, bunny. I’ll fill all three holes of yours. I’ve two left.’’

The moment her lips part to speak, I kiss her, cutting her off.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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