Page 13 of Villainous Kingpin
Quinn’s eyes turned to the girls and he nodded, then pushed through the crowd. I watched as the three women on the bar shared a glance, switched the position and one of them unzipped the dress for Wynter as she swayed, kicking off her heels.
The dress slid off her body, leaving her in white boyshorts and a full coverage white bra.
Jesus Christ!
The men went crazy, but all I could hear was buzzing in my ears. Blood rushed through my body and went straight into my groin. Wynter Star had the sweetest body I had ever seen. It was fucking centerfold-worthy. It called to me, like a song called to a mockingjay.
She was every man’s wet dream. More importantly, she was my dream. Perfectly toned body, petite with curves. And her ass.
Fuck!
The two women went to the furthest right end of the bartop while Wynter strode like she was on the catwalk to the left, wearing her undergarments. Truthfully it looked like a bathing suit but if she attempted to take it off, I’d follow through with the killing spree.
“Are they Irish?” Dante questioned.
Fuck if I knew. I searched the name Wynter Star, but barely any information came up. I had Angelo run a background on her. Nothing. I had Priest run it too. Nothing. It was like the girl barely existed. Born and raised in California. No family. Nothing really worthwhile or remarkable in her background. Yet, the way she carried herself told me there had to be more to her. She carried herself with confidence, like she knew her worth and wouldn’t allow anyone to take it from her. She gave out ice princess vibes, but I’d bet my life underneath it all was a warm, glowing heart.
Either way, I had no intention to stop my digging. I’d find every single piece of information on this woman.
“I don’t think so,” I muttered as I watched Wynter twerk her ass on top of that bar. The other women shook their ass like they were in a twerking competition too, but I just couldn’t peel my eyes from Wynter’s form.
Then out of the blue, Wynter picked up her dress then straightened up, barely five feet away from where I stood. Glancing at Quinn, she winked while he cursed like a motherfucker.
“You three will be banned,” he raged. “Need a good arse whooping.”
The girl with wild red hair flipped him the bird. She could be Irish; she looked like it. A last shared look by the three women, Wynter nodded and then faced the rowdy crowd with a sweet smile.
“Everybody,” she shouted and the room quieted a notch. “Fucking move so I can jump off.” The men parted like the Red Sea. Leveling her hands up in the air, Wynter lifted off into the air into a somersault and landed on her feet, right in front of me.
Without looking, she went forward and ran straight into my chest.
“Ouch,” she yelped, taking a small step back and her hand on her forehead, rubbing it.
She raised her eyes. A flicker of recognition and surprise flashed in them.
“Hey there,” she greeted me in her musical voice, those luscious full lips curved into a smile. Glancing over her shoulder, I followed her gaze. Quinn was too far away and couldn’t quite see us. Not yet anyhow.
“You often dance on bar tops half-naked?” I inquired, my tone slightly possessive. If she noticed it, she didn’t let on. This overwhelming feeling to keep her all to myself was a novelty. There hadn’t been a single woman in my entire life that I obsessed over. Fucking ever. But Wynter’s curves. Her breasts. I needed to be the only man to ever see them.
“Oh this is nothing,” she mused. “I’m used to being half-naked with all my training.” A growl rose deep in my throat. From the corner of my eyes, I noted Dante’s twisted grin. “Want to have that dinner now?” she asked, pulling her dress over her head and tugging it down her body like it was nothing. “I want to pay off my debt.”
Now dressed, my eyes traveled down her body, the white dress hugging her curves. Fuck! That sight would forever be tattooed into my memory. Every square inch of her was perfect. Toned and smooth skin. Her wild, blonde curls. Her sparkling eyes. And her mouth that smiled, like we were alone in the world.
“Your shoes are missing,” I told her, trying to get a grip.
She laughed, her eyes glittering like fucking emeralds. This girl lit up when she laughed. She fucking glowed. Grabbing my hand, she tugged on it, pulling me along.
“Buy me a new pair, and I’ll repay you with another dinner,” she suggested mischievously. “But you’ve got to pay. I’m broke.” She kept glancing over her shoulder, in the general direction of Quinn. She never even noticed Dante. “Come on.” She tugged on my hand.
Dante’s eyes met mine over her head.
“I got this,” Dante mouthed reassuringly, a smirk on his face. I’d have to wipe that smirk off his face the next time I saw him. But then again, he was doing me a big favor so maybe I’d let him get away with it.
“Let’s go,” she tugged on me again, tempting me with her smile and I went willingly. Like a dying man being led to water.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and tucked her into me, then started using my height and strength to shove men out of the way. Once outside, she searched over the people standing around. I spotted her girlfriends at the same time that she put her fingers into her mouth, then whistled loudly.
I cocked my eyebrow, surprised at her ability. Somehow she seemed too polished to whistle like a sailor.
