Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,143

going on out in the main area of the club, and those guys were a lot younger, and they were slightly dressed up, like they were going out for a night on the town.

The guys in here were definitely a lot older, and dressed a lot more casually, but maybe it was a second marriage or something.

“Hey there,” a man sitting in the corner said. He was bald, with graying hair around his temples and a pot belly.

“Hi,” I said. Something about the way he was looking at me made me nervous. It was different than how it had been out there, talking to Caleb. That had made me think that maybe there was more to Caleb than what I’d seen. But in here, I felt like maybe I was in danger.

I set the bottle of champagne down on the table.

“You bring us the good shit?” one of the other men asked. He walked over to the table and picked up the bottle, studying it.

“Yup,” I said, even though I had no idea if it was true. I knew nothing about alcohol, even less about champagne and what would be considered “good shit.”

“So, um, if you guys don’t need anything else…”

I turned to head out of the room, but before I could, one of the guys stepped in front of the door. “What about our dance?” he asked.

“Your dance?” I shook my head. “Oh, no, I’m not a dancer. I’m just a cocktail waitress. I’ll go out and find the girl who’s going to be, um, performing for you.”

I went to move by him, but he grabbed me by the shoulders, hard. “We like you,” the guy said. His meaty hand dug into my flesh. “We want you to dance for us.”

“I’m not a dancer,” I said. “But I’ll go get you one.”

“No,” the man said, his nails digging into me even harder. “Dance for us, girl.”

“Yeah, dance for us, slut,” the man in the corner said. He reached into his pants and pulled out his penis, then grinned as he began stroking it.

I tried to move out of the room, but the man who was holding me just gripped me harder. I screamed as loud as I could and bit him in the arm. But he just laughed. “I think she likes it rough,” he said, pushing me up against the door, his hands moving over my ass. “You like it rough, baby?”

Suddenly, the door behind us went flying open, and Colt was standing there. He took in the scene, and when he realized what was going on, his eyes blazed. “What the fuck is going on in here?” he demanded.

“Nothing,” the guy in the corner said, adjusting himself back into his pants.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Colt said to them.

“Aww, come on, man, we were just having some fun,” the guy who grabbed me said.

“Get the fuck out of my club,” Colt growled, grabbing the man by the neck. He squeezed until the man gasped, then finally released him. “And don’t come back.”

The men looked at each other, obviously deciding if they wanted to fight him on it. But they must have decided I wasn’t worth it, because they shook their heads and walked out the door.

“Are you okay?” Colt asked, rushing over to me. He took my hands and looked me over, his gaze roaming over my body, making sure I hadn’t been harmed.

“I’m fine,” I said. “It was no big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” he said. “You have bruises on your arms.” His fingertips slid up my body, checking me over. “Did they hurt you?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You came in before anything could happen. I’m fine.”

“Wait here,” he said, turning around and heading for the door. I knew where he was going – he was going to run after those guys and do God knows what to them. I remembered what he’d done to those men on the street earlier, and I reached out and grabbed Colt’s arm, pulling him back toward me.

“No,” I said. “Please, don’t. It’s not worth it.”

He shook out of my grasp and took another step toward the door but then turned around. “What the hell were you doing back here anyway?”

“Jessa sent me back here,” I said. “She told me I needed to bring those guys some champagne.”

“Jessa sent you back here?” he repeated. He shook his head. “No. She wouldn’t have done that.”

“She did.”

He opened his mouth to protest again, but then he shut it.