The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Four

DRAVEN

“I didn’t miss anything,” I say with a roll of my eyes. Glancing around him at the back table, I can see Barbie staring at us with daggers in her eyes. “Your date looks thirsty,” I quip. “So, what can I get you?”

He glares, shoving himself forward to lean across the bar.

God he looks good in that tight white shirt.

“What did that Armani Moron give you?” He hisses at me, eyeing the small bulge in my pants’ pocket.

At first, I am a little confused, then I realize he is referring to Mister Hottie in the three-piece. “A twenty,” I answer, not really sure why. I don’t owe this fool any explanations.

His jaw clenches before he smiks. A deep dimple forming in one cheek. “What else?”

My eyes narrow at him, my gaze stuttering on the impatient line of patrons behind him. “Do you want something or not?”

“What else did he give you?” He asks again.

He couldn’t possibly have noticed the little folded paper with the phone number on it, right?

“His number,” I say to him softly as his silver eyes fall toward my lips.

He jerks backward, still staring at my mouth. “One hard lemonade and two shots of Jack,” he says. Then ripping his eyes to the left, he glares at Mister Hottie’s table.

“Coming right up,” I say, turning around to grab the ingredients.

I can feel him watching me and I do my best to focus. It was all I could do to keep my momentum going and not spill anything with the fire of his eyes on my back.

“Let me have it,” Domonic commands from behind me, causing me to laugh as I mix lemon syrup and vodka in a hot glass from under the shelf.

“I’m not done making it,” I snipe, turning back around.

He grins at me, going full dimple and swiping two fingers over his chin. Then, giving me a stupidly sexy look, he says, “I’m talking about the guy’s phone number. Not the drinks.”

presenting him with his order. “Besides, his is only one of many.” And it’s the truth. In just the few hours since

off the counter. “Have Bart meet me in the back room.” He slaps a hundred on

Make that four hundred-seventy-five.

heads back to Barbie. Sliding back into his seat, I notice he was still staring at me as I charm my way through the next five patrons. In fact, each time I look up I am met with his heavy lidded gaze.

that smile

slides up next to me so suddenly, I have to suppress a scream. “You scared me,”

that

wants to see you

“My friend?”

startling me and causing me

and we

of them disappear down the hall toward the restrooms and into the office in the back. Seeing that they left the door slightly ajar, I scan the action around me. Satisfied that a moment away won’t be too terrible, I make my way toward where they

stacks of boxes just outside of the office

is she still

What does it look

know I want

you said. I remember. What’s the big deal?

any strangers around here who can’t

is contributing. Just look

“I’m aware.”

but she’s really good. So, what’s the problem? What’s really

you one last chance to get

man? What exactly is your problem

smartass and she doesn’t

girl on her way then. Maybe her stepdaddy will find her and put a few more bruises on

tense, cursing myslef for not swearing Bart to secrecy when I showed him

What the fuck are you

running from aren’t your everyday stepfather and son. She didn’t leave them because of some silly disagreement, or because she’s spoiled,

the wall. Even the boxes shudder around me. “You what?

not like that so let

Did you touch her?” Another thud.

her! So