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I wished I could wipe the minds of everyone who’d seen that fucking video. No one should see Jaz that upset, that heartbroken and embarrassed. Truly, that bitch Brittany got what she deserved, finally. No crown, no boyfriend nearby, nothing but a torn dress and a naked ass.
“Thank you for helping,” Jaz said, grinning at Bobbi and Grace.
Bobbi shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. This went so much better than I thought it would.” She laughed.
To Vaughn and me, Jaz said, “Come on.” She grabbed her jacket and put it on, displaying the slut label proudly. I practically leaped out of my seat and grabbed her hand, and as Vaughn dialed the driver and told him to pull up to the door, we left, hand in hand, leaving the dance before the music could resume playing.
Leaving that bitch Brittany where she should be, on the floor, without the crown she so desperately wanted.
I had no idea why crowns were such a big deal when it came to some girls, but I knew the only reason Jaz wanted it was to keep it out of Brittany’s dirty, filthy clutches. That, I could applaud. Fuck, she really looked badass up there, taking Brittany down without a problem. I really couldn’t wait to get her alone.
Or, well, alone with Vaughn in the limo. Whatever. Semantics.
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Vaughn
Brittany storming the stage was not something I expected, but I was proud of the way Jaz handled herself. She truly did look good in that crown, too. The jewels of this place did not suit her, but for tonight, she would be my queen.
We walked out of the country club, and by the time we exited, my family’s driver had already pulled up and parked before the doors, waiting for us. He stood near the back door, holding it open, black sunglasses hiding his eyes, a hat hiding his head. He said nothing as we filed in, Jaz between Dante and me.
“Where are we going, sir?” he asked me as I sat in the back row beside Jaz.
I looked to Dante and Jaz. Jaz was busy eyeing up her crown, while Dante only had eyes for her. “It ain’t midnight yet” was what he chose to say, and I knew his meaning. I…I agreed with him.
Maybe not the sex part, but dancing with her had felt nice. She did do things to my body no other girl had, and I seriously doubted no other girl ever would. Jaz was it for me; I was not interested in anyone else, ever. Needless to say, I wanted to spend as much time with her tonight as I could.
“Take us somewhere quiet,” I said, and the driver only responded with a nod. My family had a wild streak; nothing would surprise him, though perhaps it would simply because it was coming from me.
When the driver shut the door and got in the front, I glanced at the other two people near me. Dante had snaked the crown out of her hands, setting it on top of his head. “How does it look on me?” he asked, smirking.
“Not nearly as good as it looks on me,” Jaz muttered, snatching it back.
“I can agree with that,” Dante spoke, running a hand along his jaw, a finger over his bottom lip, as if he was imagining tasting her. “I bet you’d look even better if that crown was the only thing on you.”
Jaz met his smirk with one of her own. “You wish.”
“I do wish,” he said, leaning around her to glance at me. “I bet Vaughn wishes it too, even if he won’t admit it.”
I said nothing, though I did shrug my shoulders a bit. Jaz’s dark eyes lingered on me, a small smile tugging at those beautiful, luring lips. “How was your first dance, Vaughn?” she asked, her voice practically purred out as she leaned away from Dante and inched toward me.
A low fire had ignited inside me earlier when we were dancing, and if I was honest, it never went out. Feeling her body rubbing against mine, feeling her drop down and drag her ass up along me gave me a thrill I never imagined I would have. Noting the glimmer in her stare now, I felt that heat growing yet again.
“The only reason it was bearable was because I was with you,” I told her, meaning every word. Unlike some people, I did not say things for the hell of it; everything I said I meant with all of my heart…what little, black heart I had.
Frankly, I’d never wanted to witness a high school dance, never wanted to go on a date with anyone or spend any time with the Midpark girls, but Jaz was different. Utterly, truly different in every way, and I could easily get high off the way she made me feel. Addicting was not a strong enough word to describe it.
Jaz must’ve liked my answer, for in the next moment, she was leaning against me, resting her cheek on my shoulder, gazing at me like I was the moon to her night, her whole world.
But if that was the case, what was Dante? Her fiery inferno of a sun?
I never thought I would ever be in this position with a girl, let alone a girl who had more than one guy’s attention. I was not the only one who was in Jaz’s pocket, and I figured it would be like that for the rest of Jaz’s life. She was not the kind of girl who would never draw attention to herself; simply by being there, being who she was, she was bound to lure in more helpless, hopeless men.
I didn’t want her to, though. When it came to her, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to push Dante out of the car and have her all to myself. It wasn’t wrong; my brothers would surely come to appreciate the fact that I was becoming more like them.
At the same time, though, even some of my brothers had learned to share.
Strangely enough, I would not be the only one in the family who was involved with a girl who had more than one lover. Hell, my father got around. He had his official wife, along with a bunch of mistresses. Most of my brothers were actually half-brothers, but that was beside the point. Anyone born into the family was a family member regardless. Most of my brothers were older than me, so I didn’t know them too well, but I’d come to knowStella pretty well.
Stella was not a sister; she was brought in by my brother, Lincoln. Stella was with Lincoln, along with a man named Edward and another man named Killian. Edward had been adopted by the family years ago, but Killian had been a new addition a few years back, along with Stella. Both had to fight to show the family they belonged there, with us, doing what we did.
