I let him pull me away and as I turn to hurry toward the dancefloor, I crash into a hard body and come to a startling stop. “Oh, sorry,” I rush out, laughing but the man’s grip on my arms has me glancing up and meeting his eyes.
I suck in a harsh breath as his familiar smell wraps around me and makes my head spin.
Nic.
His stare bears down on me and I’m instantly jolted back into the Black Widows clubhouse to where he stood behind those men and so effortlessly took their lives. Desperation cuts through me. I’ve been avoiding his calls all week and I can guarantee that hasn’t sat well with him. I try to tear out of his grip. “Let go of me.”
“Time to fucking go,” he spits before moving his hand down to my wrist and spinning on his heel. Nic gives me a hard tug and I stumble after him as my heart begins to race.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demand, desperately trying to pull back on his grip as for the first time in my life, being held by him really isn’t as thrilling as it’s always been. My head spins from the sheer amount of alcohol pulsing through my veins and my attempts at freedom become laughable. “Dominic,” I yell over the music, knowing damn well that the bastard can hear me. “Let me go. I have nothing to say to you.”
He tugs me harder and I slam into his back, my stumbling not stopping until we’re out of the ballroom. He leads me right out into the cool night and I feel my wrist beginning to bruise.
Nic starts for the stairs and I panic, knowing damn well that I’m in no shape to navigate my way down them, especially in these heels, but the thought doesn’t even seem to enter his mind as he pulls me down the first one. I struggle to keep up with his pace, focusing with everything that I have on putting my foot on each step before taking the next.
We get halfway when he decides that I’m not moving fast enough and tugs me harder, sending me toppling over the next step. I fall to my knees but his momentum has me falling and slamming my chest hard against the concrete steps.
I suck in a pained breath as my chest begins to ache and my knees that had only just healed get scratched up all over again.
Nic groans in frustration. “Look at you,” he snaps, pulling hard on my wrist and hauling me to my feet before grabbing me and throwing me carelessly over his shoulder. “You’re fucking pathetic. You’re fucking wasted and can’t even stand up.”
“Yo,” a familiar voice calls from the bottom of the steps. “Ease up, Nic. You’re fucking hurting her.”
“She’s fine,” he snaps back at Sebastian, making me wonder if all the liars are here or just these two.
I slam my hand hard against his back and get an odd pleasure out of the loud slap against his skin. “Put me the fuck down. I’m not going anywhere with you, especially when you’re like this.”
Nic finally gets to the bottom of the stairs and puts me on my feet where I find all four of the boys but my attention is solely on Nic. My hand lashes out and it slaps hard across his face. “What the fuck is your problem?” I yell, desperate to hit him again and again. “How dare you put your hands on me. Who the fuck are you? It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
Nic turns on me as the boys crowd around. “Me?” he demands. “Look at you prancing around that fucking party as if you own the place. You’re a complete stranger. Do you even remember where the fuck you come from because it sure as hell seems like you don’t.”
“Fuck you,” I snap. “How dare you come at me for wanting something better for myself.”
“Better? You’re whoring yourself out in there, showing off your body, and throwing back shots with those cocky fucks.”
“Dude …” Eli warns but gets instantly ignored.
“You’re acting like a fucking idiot in there. You should be embarrassed for yourself. I’m taking you the fuck home. I’m done with this bullshit.”
My hands slam up against Nic’s chest. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I yell at him, my throat instantly hurting from the raspy anger