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.

interrupts my, thoughts with his sudden

the back of the bar and missed him coming back in. I gaze at him and attempt to shake off the chill Mustache Black has managed to drive into my

“Yes?”

is hard, his eyes unreadable. “We’re leaving early. We have to talk.”

chuckle, “What? No! Can’t you see

You and I are heading home. This is

turns around and leaves

me?

from below the bar I flip Bart off and head toward the front door, where Domonic is

calculated movement as he defly navigates the fog covered streets toward the hill. He doesn’t speak the entire way to his house and when we get there, he flips a switch on the visor and the mechanical gate behind us closes with a

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get in? I ask, as we park and

snaps, leading me toward the back door by my

curt response, his grip on my arm, the way he wasn’t

quip once we are inside.

flips the switch that closes down all the shades around the first floor of his house and begins to make a pot of coffee in the kitchen.

to look at me, he hands me a cup of

down Draven,” he says nodding

I chuckle darkly.

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

chortle. “My ex?” I laugh throatily, causing coffee the slosh out of cup and Domonic to glare my way. “What the

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

down on my lip and lean forward, granting Domonic a nice show of cleavage as I place my cup on the coffee table in front of me. “Why do you want to know about my ex?” I

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

he jealous? Of an ex I haven’t