Page 62 of Grace of Spades
"Yeah,I'mthe psycho. Not the dude who threatened to rape me. Or the guy who knew about it and let it happen." I nod dramatically. "Makes perfect sense. Later, asshole." I pull my arm out of his grip and head back to the party. I wait until I'm sure he's not going to follow me beforeI turn off the recording app.
"Babe? You okay?" Liam asks, wrapping his arms around me and pressing my back to his chest. I look up to see him glaring at Scum Bag with death in those beautiful blue eyes. I'd be surprised if I see him again.
"I'm fine. Apparently, Dick-For-Brains hasn't been seen since before gym on Thursday. It's tragic really." I smirk. "Wanna dance?" I offer taking his hand without waiting for an answer and dragging him to the dance floor.
"You look beautiful tonight." He whispers against my ear as we press into each other. I look up into those gorgeous Caribbean blue eyes that trapped me when I first saw him in that diner and smile.
"Not so bad yourself, handsome." I flirt trailing my hands down his chest as we move to the pumping music surrounding us.
"I'm glad we can do this." He mutters.
"Me too. I felt like I was going to go insane." I admit knowing exactly what he's talking about.
"I can imagine. All four of us beating down your door." He laughs.
"Yeah, Andras was teasing me about it." I grin.
"I know it's none of my business and feel free to tell me to fuck off but I know you've been through some serious shit. If you want to talk about it or need to I'm here, okay?" He offers. I can see the sincerity in his eyes.
"Maybe another day. I just want to relax and have fun tonight." I explain.
"Deal." He smiles before taking my hand above my head and spinning me like a ballroom dancer making me laugh. Liam is so fun to be around.
"So, you're no good at basketball but can fight like Muhammad Ali. What else should I know about you?" He askswith a teasing smirk.
"Hmmm... well, Nachos are my favourite food and I won a spelling bee in seventh grade." I grin. "Tell me something about you."
"My favourite food is Kerrie pie. My gran makes it and it's the best. I love my gran. I play bridge with her every week." My heart warms at his obvious affection for his grandmother. Tough mob heir with a soft spot for his gran. It's too sweet. "I also have a pet pig."
"I've met Hamlet." I admit. Such a cute name for such a sweet pig.
"You have?" He asks his eyes wide. I nod.
"Yes. He's super cute. One of the guards at your place was trying to feed him bacon. He didn't last long." I scowl remembering that asshole.
"Who?" He asks his voice low and angry... and sexy.
"His name was Carl. Your dad and I took care of him." I assure him bringing my hands around his neck and playing with his hair to try to calm him down. It works a little too well when he closes his eyes and lets out a low hum as he enjoys himself.
"Hey man, can I cut in?" A deep voice asks from behind me. I smile as I turn because I know it's Kier.
"Aww... alright." Liam pouts but releases me with a sweet kiss on my forehead. I'm immediately in Keir's large embrace my back to his chest as we move to the music.
"Are you having fun?" He murmurs into my ear.
"I am, actually." I smile tilting my head back to look up at him. He smiles crookedly down at me.
"Good."
"How about you?" I ask.
"I am now. What was going on with Moore?" He asks his thick brows pinching together. Oh! Tyler! That’s his name!
"I'll tell you later," I assure him. His lips thin into a hard line but he nods.
"Okay."
"Grace!" I look over to see Kennedy and Mel fighting their way through the crowd towards us. "We're going to head out. I was going to offer you to join us but you look like you're in good hands. Have fun!" She beams as Keir's large hands tighten on my hips and she leaves with a very happy Mel trailing behind her. They're so cute together.
