Page 11 of Devil's Last Dance

Chapter Three

“Well, well, well, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Candice asked.

Antwone didn’t say anything to her the following day as he took a seat at the bar. There was nothing to say. He didn’t know how he ended up here, only that he took a drive, and this was exactly where he stopped.

“A drink,” he said.

“Scotch, beer, or water?” she asked.

“The water.”

“If I keep seeing you this regularly, I’m going to start thinking you’ve got a thing for me.” She gave him a wink after pouring him a glass of water.

She put the lid on the bottle and placed it beside his glass.

One of her hands rested on the bar while the other was on her hip. Last night, he had also walked her home, and they talked about absolutely nothing on the way. There had been silence.

He knew he took a risk. With all his enemies, he shouldn’t be risking his life like this, but he found himself unable to stop. He wanted to make sure she got home safely.

“Is that what you think about every guy who walks into this bar?”

“Nope, but not every guy attempts to walk me home. You’ve got to be careful, Antwone, I might start to think you’re a perfect gentleman.”

Now this made him laugh. If only she knew that he had killed someone this very day. The man himself hadn’t been anyone important, but he’d attempted to kill him. An amateur hitman.

There were a lot of people from rival gangs, as well as men and women within his own circuit, that wanted him dead. This was not a new occurrence. Rather than allow his soldiers to take care of it, he did. There was no way for him to give the son of a bitch an easy death, so it had to be a hard one.

Three hours of torture to discover who had hired him. Some MC gang had offered him ten grand to try and kill him. Rather meagre, considering who he was, but then, what did he expect from assholes? So, now they had to take care of the MC, which wasn’t a problem.

Afterward, all he wanted was a drink, and it certainly wasn’t a glass of water he hoped to have. One look at Candice, though, and he didn’t need a stiff drink. He stopped himself from glancing down the full length of her body, even though that was exactly what he wanted to do.

She always wore the same thing—a pair of black jeans, and a blouse with the bar’s logo placed over her left breast. All that changed was her hair. Like tonight, it was pulled back off her face with two clips, whereas last night, she had it wrapped in a bun. She looked so tempting to him as he took a swig of water.

“Don’t ever think I’m the perfect gentleman. Trust me, I’m not.”

“Then if you’re not a perfect gentleman, what are you?” she asked.

“You don’t want to know.”

She gave him such a sweet smile that for several seconds he couldn’t do anything but stare at her. She was beautiful.

“I think you’re being a little bit of a tease. I know gentlemen and I know evil assholes.”

“Then put me in the evil asshole category.”

She sighed but didn’t have anything else to say to him. She rolled her eyes and walked away to serve another man.

Antwone looked at her shapely ass. Neither the jeans nor the shirt hid the fact that she had a nice, rounded ass. He was always tempted to touch her, to pull her close, and just feel her against him. He was always able to stop himself. She was a tempting woman, though.

Sipping his water, he finished the glass and knew it wasn’t the drink he wanted, but Candice was there to pour him another glass.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Shit.”

“Ah, so, not a good day then.”

“Why do you think I’m here?”

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