Page 12 of Bonded

“Dance?” Oz frowns, “Oh hell no. No, not me.”

“Not me either.” Zak sits down and QT shakes his head. Bud, ignoring what she said, sips at his beer and stays focused on the game on his phone.

She looks to Riley; he’s been pretty quiet during the drinking games, but he smiles as she asks him, “Doctor Jacobs, do you wanna dance with me?”

“Oh, I don’t really dance, I—”

“C’mon… dance with me? Purr-lease?” She begs, seductively beckoning him with a curl of her finger.

“Okay! Why the hell not?” He surprises himself—and Quinn, with his quick reply. Dancing is not his thing but he can’t resist her, especially as he’s also noticed the gaping fabric of her outfit, and the tease of her nipples underneath.

Then, before he can change his mind, she grabs his hand and leads him out of the VIP area onto the main dance floor.

The noise is incredible and Kat whoops with a loud howl. Then pulling her hair on top of her head she shoots her arms in the air waving them to the rhythm of the music.

Riley smiles, he can see how drunk she is but how much fun she’s having. He struggles to keep a grip of her hand and they become lost in the tangle of dancers and separated by the deafening wall of sound.

“Fuck…” Zak leaps from his seat, his face filled with concern. “I should go after her? Digby’s gonna freak!”

“Why, where did she go?” Oz looks around, searching for her. Bud looks up from his phone, and QT darts a concerned stare at Zak.

Digby’s also up from his seat and even more worried than the team, he marches angrily over. “Where the fuck’s she gone? Zak… Hell, I fuckin’ trusted you to keep an eye on her.”

“She said she wanted to dance. What… I couldn’t exactly stop her. Digby man c’mon it’s not my fault she’s some fuckin’ crazy-ass bitch when she’s drunk.”

“Digby, wait…” Alyssa yells as he pulls her clinging hand from his arm and walks away. “You’re being such an asshole!” She now grabs at Zak’s arm, “What the hell is it with him? And what makes her so damn special?”

“Alyssa.. just fuck off!” He pushes her away and quickly follows behind Digby. Leaving the VIP area, he curses under his breath, “I’m not her fuckin’ keeper. It’s not my fuckin’ fault she got so fuckin’ drunk she turns into some fuckin’ crazy bitch.”

“Zak! Zak…” Alyssa calls behind him. Then with an angry scowl, she turns on Oz. “Just tell me what’s got him so stirred up about her?”

“Nothing. Well, none of your damn business, anyway. Oh Alyssa, go play somewhere else. Talk to someone who cares and leave Digby alone.”

“You know you guys think you’re so damn special. Well, believe me, you’re not. Fuck you! Fuck all of you! You know Digby’s, a lousy lay… and he has a really small penis!” She yells angrily, even though Digby can’t hear her. Swiping the glass from the table, she screams in frustration. “Argh… Fuck!” Before taking a breath and turning again on Oz. “You’d better tell that fuckin’ bitch that she better not come back to my club, or she’s gonna regret it.”

“Like I said, Alyssa… take your nasty bitch ass somewhere else and tell it to someone who cares.”

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“Digby… Diggs! Diggs calm the hell down man,” Zak sighs, as he follows quickly behind him.

“This is your fault, Zak! You let her go out there, by herself. Have you lost your fuckin’ head? You were the one who told me I should keep an eye on her in here. Now you just let her go out there on her own. You know, I should cut your fuckin’ balls off right now.”

“Digby calm down. All right look… I’m sorry, but honestly, she was gone before I realized what she was doin’.”

“Where the hell is she?” Digby spins around, scanning the sea of bodies jumping around him. “Fuck! Zak, just forget all that for now, let’s just find her.” He sniffs, and even though it’s very faint over the sea of sweating bodies, he can still smell her perfume—even though he can’t see her.

“Hey, baby!” A dark-haired woman grabs Digby’s ass and squeezes the muscles on his arms, “You wanna play with me?”

“No!” He growls and gruffly pulls away. “Get the fuck off me!”

“Hmm,” she sighs then grabs at Zak. “How about you, big-boy? Maybe you could bring your friend too?”

“Oh uh… What? Wait, hold up!” Zak smiles. He hesitates to think about her offer. She’s older, but still attractive, and he’s tempted. So much that he stops. “Diggs!… Shit, Diggs wait!” He sighs, watching as Digby disappears into the crowd, then he looks again at the attractive brunette clinging to his bicep. She’s too much temptation and well, ‘Kat… She’s Digby’s problem’.He becomes distracted as her hand grips around his waist and her hips, in sync with the music, grind against his groin. “Well hey there,” he smiles. The woman snakes her arms around his neck, pulling him forward to kiss her.

“Kat! Kat, where the fuck are you?” Digby calls out. It’s a total waste of time and energy. Even so, he does it in the vague hope she might hear him—which is ridiculous given the volume of the music and amount of people dancing.

Again, he sniffs the air. Then, looking over the throng of people jumping around, someone catches his eye. “That fuckin’ shifter’s freak brother… What the hell is he doin’?” Pushing forward, he grabs his hand on to Riley’s shoulder and glares. “Where the fuck is Kat?”

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