Page 41 of Villainous Kingpin
“I want to stay,” I rasped. “But I have to work out some things with my mom first.”
His eyes never left mine as we danced. The tunes of “Hypnotic” by Zella Day played through the club speakers and our bodies swayed together. It was obvious by the way he moved that he was a good dancer.
Bas’ hot breath brushed my ear as he held me against his body. “We can talk to your mom together.”
God that he’d even offer made him a true prince charming in my book. This attraction should scare me. It should have me running in the opposite direction. My instincts warned that it was the all-consuming feelings like this that could make you happy but also destroy you.
I tilted my head to stare into his blazing dark gaze and a shiver rolled down my spine. He made me feel protected. Invincible.
Neither one of us noticed a tall, blonde man that appeared to our right. “You two having a good time?” he asked, sparkling blue eyes, darting between Bas and me.
I couldn’t fight my curiosity nor my manners. “Hello.”
“Fuck off, cuz,” Bas retorted dryly, without glancing his way.
My eyebrows shot up. They didn’t look like cousins, except for the darkness that shone in his light eyes. His dirty blonde hair and blue eyes set him apart from Bas’ striking dark hair and eyes. His every movement screamed intrigue, and that full mouth of his probably had ladies falling at his feet.
I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something familiar about him. I couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe it was the darkness that resembled Basilio’s or maybe the way he wore his three-piece-suit.
“Hello,” I greeted him again. “I’m Wynter.”
“I’m Priest,” he introduced himself. I stiffened for a second, remembering Bas’ explanation for his nickname. This man administered a man’s last rites before he killed him. Yet, he looked too handsome to be a psycho.Jesus!
“Don’t scare my girlfriend,” Bas growled and instantly my worry evaporated. He’d never let Priest recite any last rites to me. He’d kick his ass.
So I smiled and extended my right hand. He took it in a firm grip. “Nice to meet you, Wynter.”
“You too.” I studied him curiously. He was extremely good looking. Kind of mysterious and charismatic. Of course, nothing like Basilio. Though there was one thing the two cousins shared. The ruthless aura about them.
“Let me guess, you were born in winter,” Priest teased.
I shook my head. “Actually not even close.”
His eyebrow shot up. “I’m intrigued. Why Wynter then?”
“It was my grandmother’s name,” I explained. “Mine is just spelled differently. My grandpa insisted on having a grandchild named after his true love.”
“Romantic family, huh?” he deadpanned.
I shrugged my shoulders, returning my attention to Bas who listened intently. “Basilio is a romantic name,” I said, smiling.
Priest’s laugh vibrated through the air, mixing with the beat of music. “Man, I got to share that with Dante. He will piss his pants.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, that’s so mature,” I muttered sarcastically and Priest laughed even harder.
“I can see why Basilio likes you.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks and I glanced at the man that swept me off my feet. I never blushed, until I met this man.
Bas’ gaze was full of promises, his darkness unapologetic. He didn’t bother denying it and I loved him even more for it. The way his burning gaze caressed my face promised pleasure and sins.
“I like him too,” I murmured, uncaring who heard me while Bas’ scorching gaze set fire through my bloodstream.
“Basilio, we are meeting with the distributors in five minutes and I wanted to talk about the other stuff.” Priest reminded his cousin. “You two canplayafter that.”
I rolled my eyes, smiling at Priest’s insinuation. Bas had been nothing but a gentleman all along. Much to my dismay. I might have to take advantage of him if he didn’t make a move soon.
Regret washed over his face, and I thought I heard him grumble ‘fucking business’ under his breath.
