Page 33 of The Consequences of Love and Vengeance

Ah, hell.

Letting out a sigh, I move my feet in the direction I have no business venturing to.

“Can I sit?”

The glass he’s bringing up to hismouth stops mid-air before reaching his lips. Drago’s headtwiststo the side,and slowly dark, browneyes glide up my body until they land onmine.

He looks different in this setting than at the docks—moodier. Pissed off maybe.

Bet I can add fuel to that fire.Fuck, there is something twisted and wrong with me.

“I’m not in the mood to be harassed, detective.” He tosses theremaining liquid in his glass back then slamsthe empty whiskey glass onto the table. “Save itfor a weekday, yeah?”

Harassed my ass.

I guess in my world that’s what I call doing my job.

But... if he wants to be harassed a little who am I to say no?

Grabbing the top of the chair, I pull it out a few inches then walk around, coming in between the empty seat and Drago to sit down. Being as the spots are tight in the club my knee brushes against his jeans as I maneuver in.

I eye what looks to be a puzzled younger-looking version of Drago from across the table before turning my head and smile at the jackass I’m sitting next to as he raises one eyebrow at me.

“Did I say you could sit down?” he rudely asks.

“Nope. Took that liberty myself.” I face his friend or who is probably his brother. “I’m Bri,” I tell him as I lean over, offering my hand.

He takes it, offering a gentle hand in return.

“Luca.” He smiles big. “So... you’re the detective he keeps going on and on about.” Luca’s eyes glide over toward Drago. “You failed to mention how hot she is, brother.”

Brothers. I was right.

“Luca, shut up.”

Drago signals the waiter as he passes.

“Certainly, sir. Anything for you, Mr. Luca?”

“No, I’m still nursing the one I’m on.” Luca holds up a half-full glass of amber liquid, and the waiter nods. “And you, sweetheart?”

“I’ll have—”

“She’s not staying. That’ll be all,” Drago interrupts. The waiter glances my way, looking uneasy, but he doesn’t go against Drago’s wishes by asking me a second time. He simply turns, walking away.

Irritation crawls up my arm. These are the moments when being a cop sucks. When I want to reach over, grab his balls in my hand and twist. But... I’d likely get fired, even if I am off duty.

“Miss Andrews.” Oh, great. I look over my shoulder to see Charlie, the club manager, standing with his arms folded across his chest a few feet behind us. “Did that waiter just refuse you service?”

“Charlie,” I try to smooth. “It wasn’t his fault.” I shake my head then glance at Drago. “It was his fault.”

“I don’t give a damn whose fault it was. Did he refuse your request?” He drops his arms only to place his hands on his hips as I watch his fair complexion turn red. Even with the lights of the club turned down it’s easily seen he’s getting angry.

The boy may not have a chance in Hell...

“Well, it matters to me, Charlie. The answer is no. The kid didn’t even hear my request to refuse it. He was practically scared and wanted to run away from here.”

I turn, looking at Drago whose eyebrows are turned in and grab his chin, turning it in Charlie’s direction.

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