Page 32 of Draco

“Well, we’re playing a little game, and I have to go back over there with some of the best pro tips y’all can give me,” I explained.

Out of nowhere, the ladies laughed like a pack of hyenas.

“Girl, if you’re going to ask, don’t be timid,” the bride replied. “Let me put you on to the grapefruit trick.”

At first, I merely listened to the advice for the sake of the game, but by the time she was done, I had asked the bartender for a pen and jotted the information on a napkin.

Once my turn was done, I went back to Draco, feeling like a vixen ready to suck the soul from my man.

“Damn, you were over there for a long time. I thought I would have to come get you.” He towered over me. “You want to tell me what you learned?”

I licked my lips, already tasting citrus on my tongue.

“Nope. I’d rather show you.” I reached for my drink. “Your turn. I’m going to give you achoice, though. Truth or Dare?”

He stroked the hair that outlined his lips. “Truth.”

“Okay.” I dragged the word, trying to buy time. “Would you have dated me if we weren’t… fated to be together?”

“Yes,” he declared. “You’re smart. You’re a nurturer. You ain’t ran through. You’re a prize, Frankie.”

“What would happen if you bit me?” I asked something that had been on my mind.

Draco stepped back. “It’s not your turn.”

“I’m taking all my turns at once,” I professed boldly.

He studied me for a few seconds, then bobbed his head. “You would turn into an onyx vampire. You don’t need to do that. That would only occur during a life-or-death situation.”

“Do you have to drink blood to stay alive?”

“Never from anyone that wouldbe missed.”

I raised my hand when he separated his lips. “One more question. Does anyone else know who you really are?”

“Bear, Swag, and Sparrow are the only ones.”

“You aren’t afraid of them telling anyone?”

“Hell no!” He snarled as if offended. “Just like I’m not worried aboutyousaying anything, I don’t worry about them. You keep your mouth closed out of fear. They do it out of love. Those are my brothers no matter what society may think about them.”

“Come on!Youniggassaid you wanted to play ball, and now y’all bullshitting.”

I smirked as Zo had a fit over a community football game, but with bragging rights on the line, I understood where he was coming from. We got a last-minute call from a community leader, asking us to play in the charity game at a local college. Although we had to donate ten bands to enter, we gladly accepted.

“Down! Set! Hike!”

We took off running at the sound of the whistle. I had to restrain myself from using all my strength as we played. The last thing I needed was to end up on somebody’s social media page.

“There we go!” I yelled as Sparrow ran into the end zone. “That’s game, baby!”

Over the cheers of the crowd, I heard Frankie’s raspy voice chant my name. She sat in the bleachers dressed in an old school jersey dress and my S.O.E letterman jacket. She looked adorable sporting two ponytails. Before we left the house, she complained that the style made her look childish, but I loved that it gave a clear view of her face.

While everyone else celebrated on the field, I found my way to Frankie. She wrapped her arms around my waist andpuckered her lips as soon as I was within arm’s reach. One kiss turned into two, and before I could stop myself, I had her lifted in the air.

“Draco!” she yelled. “Put me down. I’m wearing a dress!”

“Nobody told you to wear this throwback.”

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