Page 46 of Magic or Madness

Max has chosen to be the designated driver, so we all pile into the van while Journey pours shots and we toast to their first night out on the town.

When we arrive at the club, the bouncer lets me in by checking me out, rather than verifying my age, and I can feel Ozzy’s possessiveness radiating off him. I love the fiercepredator that lies within him, and I know that I’ll be seeing that side jump out throughout the night.

I take to the dance floor, swaying with the music, and Ozzy stands back at the bar, with his eyes on me the entire time.

He looks like my personal bodyguard, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black pants. His curly hair falls around his shoulders as if he came straight out of the ocean, and even though a few guys might crowd me tonight, I know what the girls are going to be after, and they don’t want to seemypossessive side.

We’re playing a game tonight and I can’t wait to see who comes out on top.

OZZY

I’m watchingFallon dance in a sea of people, and so far, only two men have approached her. I underestimated her though, she can handle her own very well. One guy wasn’t taking no for an answer, so she whispered a few words and nodded toward me, making him immediately run off.

I didn’t even get to hit him, which was disappointing, but knowing Fallon can take care of herself is enough to have me sporting a semi in the middle of the club, and I’m not even the guy dancing with her.

Once the thrill of watching her turn down all these losers fades, I’ll claim her in the middle of the crowd, and watch as her cheeks flush that gorgeous shade of pink.

Fallon loves it when I make it known that she is mine, whether it be in public or in private, and tonight I have a plan that will drive her wild and leave her dripping for me, exactly how I want her.

Max takes Fallon another drink, keeping up our charade in front of all these people, as I scan the room looking for Oliver, Lex, and Journey.

So far, the two renegades have their claws in two girls, and it seems like they’ll finally get laid, eliminating the endless attention focused on me and my Bambi.

Journey is hanging off to the side, his eyes locked on Fallon, and I’ve noticed how he looks at her. It’s as if he’s waiting for us to fall apart so he can swoop in and save the day, being her knight in shining armor.

Over my dead fucking body.

I dodge the sweaty drunks in the crowd, making my way to him and when he spots me, he attempts to take off toward the bathroom.

“See something you like, J?” I call out, and he shakes his head, keeping his gaze at the wood floors beneath our feet.

“Relax, Ozzy. I’m just keeping an eye on her, and the guys, too,” he says, but I don’t believe it for a second.

“I’m sure, Journey. Remember who she belongs to before you cross a line you’ll regret.” I warn, and he rolls his eyes, causing me to clench, then unclench, my fists, knowing that a fight in a club is exactly the attention we don’t need.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Oz,” he says, heading toward the bar, but I don’t trust him as far as I could throw him.

I know that he’s had a thing for my girl since the day he laid eyes on her, but it’d be a cold day in hell before she gave him the time of day, and I take pure satisfaction knowing that it bothers him so deeply, wishing he had what ismine.

My patience for the game is over, and I decide to jump the gun, cutting through the crowd straight toward her.

“Ciao, Bellissima. Is this spot taken?” I drop my voice low, scooping her right into my arms, my face inches from hers.

She laughs with her dimples showing, taking my hand and leading us into a dance.

“Couldn’t take it anymore, huh, baby?”

“Journey was staring, nearly salivating, at the sight of you in that dress,” I whisper into her ear, and she looks up at me with widened eyes.

“He’s insane, Ozzy. Don’t let him rattle your cage.” She laughs, sipping her drink carelessly while we move as one with the music, and she grinds her ass into my crotch, purposely driving me wild.

The guys that previously surrounded her have scattered, and I can feel their jealous eyes on us from every angle.

“One more drink, or are you sticking with your limit?” I question, and she mulls it over before deciding.

“One more, please.” She smiles, handing me her empty cup, and over time, I’ve learned that Fallon limits herself to three drinks, keeping her relationship with alcohol casual.

I always respect that about her, and why she does it, but tonight, I’m worried that she’s pushing herself too far.

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