Page 102 of Red Hot Harmony

I blinked, mouth parting, vocal cords ready to produce a sound.

The lump moved, clearly taking the undeniable shape of a male body. In a state of undress, the skin on his back glistening.

Before he could react, I was crossing the room and grabbing at his shoulder, then pushing him aside.

“What the fuck!” He tumbled off, his ass smacking the floor. He, however, was still wearing his pants, although they were undone.

“Dante?” Camille’s worried voice was somewhere behind me now, lost among the sea of other voices that started to fill the hallway and drown out the music.

My gaze shot to the girl on the bed. Something cold slithered through my veins.

I leaned over and pushed her black hair away from her face.

“Hey, Hendrix. You good?”

Her mouth moved, but the words came out as slurs.

I snatched a pillow and slid in under her head to prop it up. “Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

“Oh my God.” Camille gasped, rushing in.

She shook Ally’s shoulders, then stared at me as if I had an answer to the obvious question—why was her daughter in this condition?

I had some ideas, but I didn’t want to make assumptions without attempting to collect the facts. “What did she take?” I asked the guy who was scrambling to his feet now.

“Nothing.”

I rounded the bed. “Don’t fucking lie, you little shit.” I reached for him, my hand slapping across his head, which bobbed from the impact.

The fucker fought back. Well, tried to, anyway. In turn, I shoved him against the wall. There was a wet sound of skin connecting with wallpaper. Oddly, it pleased my ears. I wasn’t a violent person by any means, but the idea of what was happening here made me sick and I couldn’t help but think of inflicting more pain.

People started pooling into the room, and someone turned on the light.

Camille made an effort to sit Ally up. It was unsuccessful.

“What did you give her?” I asked again, grabbing the dude at his throat.

“Nothing,” he spat, thrashing like a fish out of water. “Just shots. Tequila. That’s all.”

I let go of him and took a step back.

The fucker had the guts to speak again, “I’m going to fucking sue you for assault.”

Now I was really pissed. “Go for it.” I cracked my neck. “She’s fifteen.”

“She came on to me.”

“Yeah?” Fury flashed through me.

“Yeah. I’m going to make you go fucking broke!”

I heard a manic laugh as it left my mouth. “You know what’s considered assault, dickhead? It’s when you try to have sex with a minor who’s intoxicated.”

He blinked.

Without giving him a chance to respond, I added, “You know what else is assault?” My fingers curled into a tight ball. “This.” I sent my fist into his face.

11 Camille

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