Page 87 of Depraved
“Get a room,” Dom yells, and I flip him the bird.
“Go get your coat and whatever dumb sparkly thing you’re gonna put your lipstick and nothing else in,” I direct as she laughs and walks to get her purse and coat.
Everyone grabs jackets and the essentials before we walk to the elevator. The doors open immediately, and we file in, laughing and chatting, riding down to head to the cars I’ve arranged to wait in the garage. I laugh to myself, taking in the group from the mirror of the elevator.
It’s fucking domestic. Doesn’t matter that we might be the three most dangerous men in Chicago; right now, we’re husbands and boyfriends. My face darkens at the thought.
I lean down to Sarah’s ear as we exit the elevator. “I don’t want to be your boyfriend.”
She coughs, “Excuse me?” as I catch her completely off guard. We round the corner of the hall and walk out toward the garage.
I shake my head, pushing the door open for her. “Not like that. The word…it sounds so…”
“Inadequate?” she supplies as I help her up into our SUV and climb in after her.
“Yeah…” I smirk, biting my bottom lip.
Sarah reaches out and pulls my lip from my teeth. “What would you prefer I call you?”
I take a deep breath and let it out, staring at her. A million words come to mind, but the only one that sticks is the one I won’t say. Not yet.
Changing the subject, I peer down at her dress as the car comes to life and rolls forward.
“You do look beautiful, Billy. But I can’t decide if you’re a saint or a sinner.”
Sarah crosses her legs, letting her top leg fall from the slit in her dress.
“Oh, I’m a saint—it’s you who’s a sinner, and I’m really looking forward to all your bad ideas tonight, Mr. Sovrano.”
My hand brushes over her leg, pushing my fingers between her thighs to hold it possessively.
“Careful, Billy. I’m searching for a reason to tear that dress off your body.”
She wags her eyebrows as we pull out of the garage. With the other cars in front and behind, we head toward Church.
The entire drive is spent with me pawing at her and trying to get her naked before we get there, but I lose the battle. The girl needs to make an entrance, and I’ll give her anything she desires, so long as I get what I want later.
Dom’s car is already stopped in front of the entrance, and I see him get out and help Drew from the car. The moment our car stops, I do the same with Sarah, and Luca and Gretchen join us moments later.
The door to Church is opened as we walk up. I place my hand on the inside of Sarah’s coat, pulling her close to keep her warm as we walk up the steps. Dom looks back to me from the top of the stairs, saying something offhand, but I don’t hear his words because it’s the expression on his face that has me looking over my shoulder.
“Cosa?”What?I question, shifting back to him after seeing nothing behind me.
He shakes his head, his eyes still scanning the empty sidewalk. “Nothing. I thought I recognized someone.”
He turns back and walks inside, but I look over my shoulder again, taking in the empty street, letting my eyes focus on the shadows. Sarah gives my waist a tiny tug, and I walk forward, turning away and focusing back to the inside of Church.
The doors close behind us, and we’re instantly transported into New Orleans. Purples and golds line the walls, with accents of green spread around the room. Vibrant music takes over my senses as I’m given beads by a topless blonde.
My brows raise at Sarah. “You thought of everything.”
My grin grows as I pull the top of her dress open and peer inside, giving a whistle of approval. She laughs as I wink, letting go of the fabric and putting the multicolored necklaces over her head.
“I had to see the goods to give the beads,” I tease.
My hand finds its way to the back of her neck as we walk through the entry and toward the main room. Two shirtless men in devil masks approach us, and Luca laughs. “Jesus Christ.”
“Those would be devils,” I answer sarcastically. “I’m sure it’s hard for you to tell the difference anymore.”
