The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty-Four

DRAVEN

The lights in the bar had dimmed to a pulsating purple hue as I watched the entrance, patiently awaitng Domonic to come back inside. It has already been five whole minutes and I am steadily watching the clock on the wall ahead of me.

I hope he’s not fighting out there.

If he was something told me he could handle it. But still, a small, less familiar part of me worried over it still.

Get a grip Draven,

“Hello dear, can I get a cold beer please? Anything dark.”

I smile, tearing my eyes from the clock and nodding at the stranger in front of me. Pouring a clean glass full of a black froth, I push it out to him. He takes it from me with gloved hands going around my own, causing me to jerk back.

“Thank you, he smiles, revealing gleaming white teeth.

My eyes catch on his mustache, black and carefully clipped. His jacket, his shirt, his pants, his gloves – all are black. He wears a beanie on his head also black. And although beanies aren’t unusual in the late evening it bothers me. “You’re welcome. Five bucks even.

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He smiles again, taking a drink and downing the entire thing in one pull. “Here you go,” he says, handing me a twenty. “Keep the change

Draven.”

My temperature shoots up. The stranger winks at me, leaving the glass on the table and making way for the resterooms in the back.

Okay Draven… so the weirdo knows your name. So what? People talk. You’ve already been here a few nights. He could have overheard someone calling out to you or been somewhere nearby when Bart yelled out orders. Him knowing your name does not have to be weird.

But somehwere deep in my sould I knew that it was.

Domonic interrupts my, thoughts

I gaze at him and attempt to shake off the chill Mustache Black has managed to

“Yes?”

his eyes unreadable. “We’re

Can’t you see how busy this

and Quinn can handle it. You and I are heading home.

turns around and leaves

he angry with me? What the fuck?

the bar I flip Bart off and head toward the

the entire way to his house and when we get there, he flips a switch on the visor and the mechanical

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to get in? I ask, as

me toward the back door

his grip on my arm, the way he wasn’t looking at me it was all

quip

the first floor of his house and begins to make a pot of coffee

to look at me, he hands me a cup of

down Draven,” he says nodding toward

brow furrows and I chuckle darkly.

a seat in the corner of the L–shaped sectional and swallow a devastating burn of Columbian excellance. Surprisingly enough, Domonic sits an entire

What the hell?

his bright gray eyes on me.

coffee the slosh out of cup and

bare stomach and he edges a bit closer. “Because I asked you about him. I want

the coffee table in front of me. “Why do you want to know about my ex?” I tease, crawling across the couch on all

eyes fall heavy and his muscles turned rigid. “I’m serious,

I can’t help it. What, is he jealous? Of an ex I haven’t seen in three years? Please!