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.”

to stop myself from bursting into giggles. “No,” I say smoothly, presenting him with his order. “Besides, his is only one of many.” And it’s the truth. In just the few

them off the counter. “Have Bart meet me in the back room.” He slaps

Make that four hundred-seventy-five.

way through the next five patrons. In fact, each time I look up I am met with his

that

suddenly, I have to suppress a scream. “You scared me,” I snap, slapping his

I that hard

wants to see you in the

“My friend?”

startling me and

catches my eye and we share a look. “Sure, thing

watch as the two 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

between stacks of boxes just outside of

the hell is she still doing here

What does

know I

the big deal? She needed help

strangers

contributing. Just look

“I’m aware.”

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

give you one last chance

fuck man? What exactly is your problem with

and she doesn’t belong

I’ll send the poor girl on her way then. Maybe her stepdaddy will find her and put a few more bruises on her body. Or

not swearing Bart to

the fuck are you

the men that she’s running from aren’t your everyday stepfather and son. She didn’t leave them because of some silly disagreement, or because she’s spoiled, or because she didn’t get her way. She left them

by the thud of someone hitting the wall. Even

Dom! It’s not like that so let me

huh? Did you touch her?” Another thud. “I swear to

haven’t touched her! So let