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We mount our bikes and ride off before Mick and the woman I’m pretty sure I’d enjoy killing with my bare hands, leave.
The same woman stirring things inside me that even the devil himself would have nightmares about.
Chapter Seven
TRAVIS
Oh, shit. My head is swimming, the room, spinning. I could chalk up our binge to the fact my mate returned from the other side of the actual globe, but he and I both know that aint the reason why we’re both sitting here. Dead to the fucking world. My heart’s racing like the clappers. Not because of the bottle of Vodka swimming like a river through my bloodstream, but because that damn woman won’t get out of my head.
I need a bigger distraction. Take my mind off ofher.
“Feel better?”
I sluggishly roll my head to look at Dean and pout, unable to tell if I do or not.
He has a blonde sat on his lap, her butt cheeks popping out of the bottom of her tight shorts.Black shorts with fish net tights.Jesus Christ. Send me some fucking help. I’ve never remembered what a woman wore before. I’m disappointed in myself, and mildly fucking suspicious that the universe is trying to do everything in its power tonotlet me forget her.
Mollie hasn’t even been around one month and I have a knot in my gut telling me I don’t ever want her to leave.
Can I stand to be close to her? No. I immediately want to rip her head from her neck. But when I’m not next to her, does she plague my thoughts and leave me itching to be closer to her, even if we’re arguing?
The way those chocolate eyes turned round and stared at me when I was rubbing her foot? Do I want to see that look on her face every day?
Fuck.
I’m fucked.
“Look at the fucking state of you both.” Rocco’s voice chimes in my ear. “Bunch of bitches.”
“Hey,” Dean falters, slapping the girl’s arse making her shift on his lap as he attempts to sit straighter. “We’re catching up.”
Rocco lifts an eyebrow. “Catching up?” He sighs raking a hand through his bristly beard. “You did nothing that I asked you to do today, did you?”
Dean shows his teeth awkwardly, his face scrunched. Shit. What had Rocco asked him to do? He didn’t mention anything. He simply brought me here and got me drunk. Made sure we forgot our shitty existences. “No, but Iwilldo it all tomorrow. You have my word.” He hiccups as his eyes start to close, and I see Rocco shake his head.
He kicks my foot, making me look up. “Oi, Tweedledumb.”
I flinch and my head rolls, a little fucking offended. “Why am I Tweedledumb?” I slur, trying to hold my hand steady as I point to myself.
Dean slaps my arm with the back of his hand. “Because I’m TweedleDean.”
My eyes shut on their own accord. I’m embarrassed for him.
“Fucking hell. Muppets,” Rocco comments, before he turns and walks away to the bar. He gestures over his shoulder towards us, and a few of the older boys give us a look, rolling their eyes.
I look at Dean.
He looks at me.
And we both start laughing uncontrollably.
My laugh is guttural, rumbling from the lowest depths of my lungs. It feels good, actually. “Promise me you’ll never give up your day job.”
He reaches forward, grabbing his near empty glass, looking disappointed when he throws his head back and only a dribble falls into his mouth. “I’ve got another one.” He slaps me to get my attention as if I wasn’t already listening.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, here we go.”
“What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?”
