Bloody Cruel Psycho (Sick Boys Book 5) by Lucy Smoke

Author:Lucy Smoke [Smoke, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

27

CLOVER

I am so far out of my element it’s not funny. The bodies pressed against me make the itching sensation beneath my skin expand. I hate it. I don’t like being touched by strangers, especially not all at once—each one crowding over the other not bothering to recognize that they’re pressing against people they don’t even know. It makes a person feel invisible and insignificant. Then again, I suppose to these people, I am.

The bright red tank dress Avalon threw at me exposes a lot of flesh. My arms and everything from my mid-thigh down. Thank fuck she gave me sandals instead of heels because if I had to teeter into this fucking flash mob on the same sky-high stilettos that most of the other women in here tonight are wearing, I might have used them as dual machetes to cut people down and to get them the hell away from me.

A loud pop explodes across the top of the crowd and drunken shrieking pierces my eardrums as I look over to see a guy shooting champagne out of a bottle. Although this place is clearly a club—with waitresses and bartenders and a band set in the center of the stage towards the back of the building, beyond the dance floor—it feels like a house party with the way people are absolutely wrecking shit.

It’s hot. It’s sticky. It’s not a good time for sober me. I can hardly breathe. I tip my head back and gasp for air. My gaze strays and I finally notice the balconies overhead on the upper floors of the open space. My eyes scan along each one until I stop—finding a familiar pair of piercing eyes. My body freezes. My blood turns to molten lava. There’s violence in Braxton’s gaze tonight. I don’t know what put it there, but it makes my bones shiver and shake. With anticipation or trepidation, I’m not entirely sure.

We lock eyes for what seems like an eternity, and it isn’t until Avalon jostles me that I realize I’ve been standing here for several minutes, craning my head back to meet his gaze. I jerk down and glance back at her. A small, knowing smile graces her lips. Instead of commenting on the obvious staring contest I just had, she hands me a drink. I take the glass and stare down at it before looking back up.

“I’m not twenty-one,” I remind her.

She laughs and shakes her head before tipping the beer in her hand back and swallowing a mouthful. “Neither am I.”

I envy that fucking beer. I’d rather have that than whatever the fruity concoction she just handed me is. I doubt tonight will be without its drama—there’s always something bound to happen when beautiful, rich people are drinking. I’d seen it enough in the tourist season down in Port Charlotte. Rich folks from the upper coast come down to spend their cash and enjoy the heat, and every season, without fail—shit goes down. In preparation for tonight, I tip back the glass and chug it.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.