Pretty Little Hellion (Rocker Universe: Pretty Little #3)

5. Ky

Chapter Five

Ky

Hayat was already moving to the music as soon as we stepped into the club. Jamie and I weren’t much on dancing, but Sparks already had his hands on our girl’s hips, moving with her like they had been choreographing together for years.

Two muscleheads in suits greeted our group when we entered the building, escorting us to a VIP section where Vitucci and his sister were already seated with their spouses. As soon as we reached them, Abi jumped up, and Hayat’s focus was suddenly one hundred percent on her bestie.

Watching them hug, I stood off to the side with Jamie, while Sparks moved forward to shake hands with Vitucci and his brother-in-law, Elias, who still had one arm in a sling. Sammy, who Hayat joked was the most dangerous of the Vitucci family—at least, I fucking hoped she was joking—nodded at him before offering us a drink.

Sparks shot us a look that I knew well. Nudging Jamie with my elbow, we crossed to the others to say hello, but I still kept Hayat in my peripheral the entire time. These men were dangerous, even more so than Sparks’s family, which boggled my mind, because I was all too aware of the threat the Guerrero family posed.

Finally, Abi released Hayat, and they each grabbed Sammy by a hand. “If all I wanted was to sit around doing nothing, we could have done that back at the hotel. Come dance with us.”

“I don’t dance well,” Sammy told them, shaking her head with a laugh.

“We’ll teach you,” Hayat promised, tugging harder. “Come on. You look smoking-hot. I’ll show you a few moves that will have Elias dragging you to some dark corner for a quick, dirty fuck.”

Blue eyes flashing, Sammy stopped resisting.

Jamie started to follow them, but Hayat gave him a quick kiss and shoved him down onto the leather couch beside Elias. “Girls only!”

Grumpy, he slouched down on the cushion, his eyes zeroed in on Hayat as the three girls made their way to the crowded dance floor.

“Relax,” Elias said with a smirk. “Sammy is the scariest thing out there. Besides, Vaughn has every exit covered and a sniper on the roof.” He rolled his eyes. “You know, just in case.”

Yeah, a hundred times more dangerous than the fucking Guerrero family.

Shit.

“Do you have good eyesight?” Jamie asked him, not the least bit concerned about the whole sniper on top of the building thing. Knowing my friend, I was sure he probably thought Elias was joking. Then again, there was something a little…off with Jamie. It has always been there, below the surface, visible on rare occasions. Until Hayat. And now, that off-ness shone through, crowding the Jamie I was used to into the background, leaving behind a dominant, growly version of a guy who was normally carefree. “Or did you miss how hot my girl is? There are going to be assholes out there trying to touch Hellion.”

Elias snorted. “Key word, trying . Abi and Hayat couldn’t be more protected than they are right this minute.”

I sat on the arm of the couch beside Jamie while Sparks kept up conversation with the other two men, having taken a seat in the chair adjacent to us. Vitucci wasn’t much on small talk, but Elias was laid-back. He had a calming vibe, whereas Vitucci had every small hair on my body standing at full attention. A warning to let me know he was the biggest threat in the club.

And Hayat’s best friend had married the motherfucker. Which meant he was going to be a part of my future for a long, long time.

Like Jamie, I kept my gaze on Hayat and the other two girls. They had cleared a small square of the dance floor that had been overflowing with people only moments before. It was like an invisible force field had been erected, keeping anyone from straying too close. Hayat moved to the music, motioning to Sammy to pay attention. After a few moves, Abi joined, and then Sammy finally gave it a try. She had good rhythm, though she couldn’t keep up with Hayat, but my hellion was patient, showing her until she got the moves for the most part.

When the song ended, they hugged again, laughing. By then, Sammy appeared more comfortable, and the three of them spent the next half hour dancing, having a hell of a time.

Watching how Hayat moved her hips to the beat of each song had me rock hard, and from the way Jamie had hit the couch beside him with the flat of his palm, I knew he was just as affected by the entrancing sight. Sparks kept up conversation in the background, but every time there was a lull, I figured he was picturing all the dirty things we were going to be doing to our girl as soon as we got her home.

It was impossible to miss how every motherfucker in the club had his eyes glued to the space where the girls were. More accurately, they were looking at Hayat, thinking about doing all the depraved, delicious things I planned on doing as soon as we were in the back seat of Sparks’s car later.

While Hayat was in her usual sweats and hoodie, the other two girls were in dresses. Although Abi’s was considerably more demure than Sammy’s. But even in baggy sweats and a hoodie that hung off one shoulder, exposing the strap of her sports bra, Hellion was the sexiest creature on the dance floor.

The music switched to something that had a sultry beat to it. Jamie made a pained noise beside me, biting his fist, while Hayat rotated her hips and did some kind of dip that made me have to reposition my cock so my zipper didn’t do permanent damage to my dick even through the layer of boxer briefs I had on. The damn thing was pulsing to the bass of the music, the tip already leaking.

Goddamn it.

Sweat beaded on my brow, coating my skin until my shirt felt glued to my back, despite the AC flowing at almost frigid temperatures from the vents above me.

Before Hayat, I would have been having a good time at the club. Drinking a few beers. Throwing back shots. Flirting with hot girls. Maybe even taking one back to her place for the night. But after Hayat, I was having zero fun.

I wanted her back in our VIP, preferably with her sitting on my lap. I’d order her a strawberry daiquiri with extra cream and berries on top or one of those hard ciders she liked so much. Watch her get a little tipsy and then take her home and let Jamie and Sparks take turns fucking her half unconscious until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d unleash the hunger that I liked to let build and build until it couldn’t be contained another moment and take her so hard she would feel me for days.

Then Jamie could pamper her with all that aftercare shit he liked to do with her…that I kind of wanted to do with her too. Bubble baths had never been my thing, but when it came to Hayat, I’d float around in floral-scented bath salts and foam if it meant it made her feel good.

Hayat undulated her hips to the beat of the music, and my mouth went dry.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Sparks growled. “If that DJ doesn’t change the music soon, I’m going to have to kill him.”

Vitucci grunted, his fingers typing furiously over the screen of his phone. “Already taking care of it.”

Suddenly, the music went from the sultry beat to what I would expect to play in some honky-tonk-type bar where all they did was line dance. Everyone stopped dancing and looked toward the DJ booth. Boos and heckles echoed through the club, along with angry shouts. Frantically, the DJ pushed buttons in a panic, as if he couldn’t figure out why his system was now playing Waylon Jennings tunes.

Hayat and Sammy started laughing, almost bent in half with their amusement, while Abi shot our group a glower.

“Wait,” Jamie laughed, relaxing for the first time since Hayat had gone to dance with the other girls. “Bro, did you do that?”

Vitucci was still typing away on his phone, but Elias snickered. “You ever need anything taken care of on the dark web, give this asshole a call.”

Giggling, Hayat and Sammy returned to our group, with Abi still giving her husband the stink eye. “Next time I say I want a girls’ night out, you are definitely not coming.”

A waiter appeared with an ice bucket of chilled bottles of water. Vitucci took one and opened it before offering it to her. “You seem to be under the impression I have to be in the same building to control anything that has an internet connection, wildfire.”

Hands on her hips, she popped one, tossing her red hair over one shoulder. “Switch it back, Professor .”

All around us, the air suddenly seemed to crackle with energy. Slowly, Vitucci lifted his brown eyes and met the blaze of his wife’s gaze. His fingers paused on the device, his jaw clenching. Maybe it was lighting, but I could have sworn I saw a flash of something deep in those dark depths.

Sparks must have sensed it too, because he stood, grabbed Hayat around the waist, and guided her so she was behind the couch Jamie and I were sitting on with Elias. For several tense moments, Vitucci sat still, muscles locked so tight I wondered if he was even breathing.

Abi stood in front of him, not the least bit intimidated, scowling down at him. Sammy sat on Elias’s lap, leaning back so her head was on his shoulder, and his good arm circled her waist. Neither of them was affected by the other couple’s stare-off.

Hayat rested her hip on the back of the couch, drawing Jamie’s attention. He leaned the side of his head against her thigh, staring up at her adoringly while Sparks stood in front of her playing with her hair. Unable to keep my hands off at least some part of her, I tugged on a few curls, combing and twirling the ends through my fingers. Faint notes of honeysuckle drifted to my nose, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing the locks of hair I still held.

Like Sammy, Hellion didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the tension that was pouring off the Russian-Italian mobster who looked like he could and would burn the entire building down if his sassy little wife didn’t stop fucking with his crazy trigger.

Hayat stroked her finger along Sparks’s nose while looking down at Jamie, biting the corner of her bottom lip. Jesus fuck, she was driving me crazy.

Look at me like that, baby. Please.

Just for two seconds.

Give me all that untamable fire.

But her guard was still up with me. I knew I was on probation, that it was going to take a while and lots of actions to back up my words. I was prepared to fight my way past the walls she’d put up because of my own stupidity.

In the end, Vitucci was the first to break. Grumbling in what sounded like Russian, he started typing on his phone again, switching the music from country back to the jams the DJ had been spinning earlier.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Hayat crowed, pointing straight at Vitucci. “Abi, he’s doing that thing again. I thought this was an English-only zone? That’s your first warning of the night, my dude.”

Sammy was about to take a drink of Elias’s beer but had to stop so she didn’t snort the drink out her nose, she was laughing so hard.

“Fuck, there are two of them now,” Vitucci grumbled. “First, Samara. Now, the hellion. I will never have any peace with them around.”

“Aw, you know you love us,” Hayat teased, winking at him. But then she leaned down, putting her chest right in Jamie’s face while she met the mobster’s eyes almost menacingly. “Because if you don’t, you’ll make Abi cry. And Sammy and I…well, we don’t tolerate anything that makes her cry. Do we, Sammy baby?”

“No, we sure as fuck don’t,” Sammy growled.

Vitucci’s lips twitched with a ghost of a smile.

“Ah, fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jamie hummed happily, taking advantage of the angle Hayat was still leaning at to lick up her neck.

“We’re going to go dance some more,” Abi announced, snagging hold of Sammy’s fingers.

“Hayat, please let me come with you,” Jamie whined. “Please, Hellion, I’ll give you anything you want. Any. Thing.”

“I second that,” I rushed to say. If it meant I could have my hands on her for a while, I’d dance with her all fucking night.

“Triple it!” Sparks threw in, nuzzling his face into her neck.

“Fine,” she huffed, sounding put out, but a smile teased at her lips. “But only for a few songs.”