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“Then who are we burying?” Deke asked as if this was a completely normal conversation.

“Whoever’s stupid enough to talk to her or put their hands on her,” I explained. “If we walk in, and there’s a guy close enough to so much as breathe in the same air as her, he’s a dead man.”

I’d never, ever been jealous over anything or anyone in my life before, and I was finding that feeling to be a particularly violent one.

Chapter 14

Emerson~

Iwas having the best time that I’d had since having to move to Sands Cove. Roselyn had been right about this place; the music was good, the drinks were tasty alcoholic perfection, and the guys were pretty to look at.

The club was also pretty standard as far as clubs went. There was a bar spanning the left side of the room, and it led into a hallway towards the restrooms. There was a DJ stage with the dance floor centered right in front of it, and the rest of the room was littered with random tables, both high-top and regular. There were a couple of booths along the wall where the DJ stage was, but they were so close to the speakers that there’s no way that you’d be able to talk to anyone or hear them.

Once Roselyn and I had walked in, we’d been escorted-yes, escorted-by another employee that’d been dressed in the same black shirt and jeans as Beck had been. His name was Kyle, and he was just as good-looking as Beck was. He was tall with deep brown eyes and sandy blonde hair, and he looked like he saw the gym regularly. Kyle had led us to a high-top table that was placed right in the middle of the south wall in direct line of the DJ.

It was the best seat in the house.

After we’d taken our seats, Kyle had informed us that, not only were our drinks free, but that they would be delivered by any one of the employees working tonight. It was as if we were supposed to sit down and not move. It was weird, but I knew the reason behind their strange behaviors. It was Roselyn’s claim that I belonged to Ramsey that had them all acting squirrelly.

I had given her the what for when we had been seated, but I hadn’t been able to stay mad at her. Once I’d had a drink in my hand, and I’d begun to feel the music, I had started having a good time. I’d wanted to question how we could drink when it was obvious that we were way underage, but I’d known that the answer would come in the form of Ramsey Reed.

We hadn’t danced yet and were sipping on our second drinks when I asked, “So, did you invite your boyfriend to come out and meet you?”

“Nah,” she answered, waving away the question. “We’re not here, so that I can get laid. We’re here, so that you can piss off Ramsey.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to automatically deny her claim, but she was right. Iwashere to piss off Ramsey. That’s why I had encouraged her to post the picture that she’d taken of us together. I was hoping that someone at the party would show Ramsey the picture, then he’d lose his hold on reality and burn the town down. I mean, I knew that he was untouchable, but, surely, he didn’t have so much money and power that law enforcement would let him burn down an entire town and not arrest him, right?

I mean, right?

“Oh, shit,” Roselyn mumbled.

“What?” I asked, taking in her expression.

Her pretty blue eyes were filling up with worry as she looked at me, then behind me, then back at me. “Ramsey, Liam, and Deke just walked in, Emer.”

My first instinct was to turn around in my seat to confirm what she’d just said, but then that would give off the impression that I cared, and I didn’t want Ramsey Reed thinking that I cared about anything that he did.

At least, not yet.

I kept my gaze trained on Roselyn’s face. “So? It’s a public place,” I said with a shrug of my shoulder, praying that my voice hadn’t betrayed me.

“Emerson, he’s-”

Roselyn was cut off when a hand snaked out, then grabbed me by my arm, twisting me around. I looked up into the face of a very pissed off, seething, sexy Ramsey Reed. His hold on my arm was so tight that I was positive that my arm would go numb from lack of circulation, but I’d risk it before ever crying uncle to this boy.

“What in the ever-lovin’ fuck are you doing here, Emerson?” he snarled down at me.

Wow.

Okay.

I’d seen Ramsey upset before, but this was something new.

Nevertheless, what did I do?

I teased the rattlesnake.

“What does it look like?” I taunted. “I’m drinking and having a good time.” I arched a brow at him. “Or, at least, Iwas.”

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