Page 10 of One Wild Night

"What was all that about?" Bennett asked, taking a seat next to me. "Do I detect a problem in the ranks?"

"Tony is still pissed about getting shot."

"You're stronger than him and Carlo knows it." I turned to Bennett, rolling my eyes. I knew he and Jamie were on my side, just as Adam and Mickey were on Tony's. I would never go over Tony’s head, though. I didn’t want to be number one—ever. Why the fuck would I when I already had everything I needed?

"I'm slightly older than Tony. He still has a few things to learn."

"Afew?" Jamie sniggered, joining us and jumping right into our conversation.

"He's Carlo's son," I pointed out.

"That doesn't give him the right to think he's better than all of us," Bennett commented. I was going to reply, but something in the distance caught my eye. Trixie looked to be having trouble on the main stage with some patrons. What was it with these fucking men? They knew the fucking rules! The girls on the main stage were not to be touched!

"Ryan, where the fuck are you going?" I heard Bennett and Jamie call to me, but I was already making my way through the crowd and wasn’t about to turn back and explain myself. They'd follow me anyway; I only ever walked off when there was trouble.

When I saw Trixie being grabbed by at least five intoxicated dickheads, I pushed violently past the last two men in my way. "Get your fucking hands off her!" I roared, punching and headbutting whoever I had to so I could reach her. "Where the fuck is security?" I snapped as Bennett and Jamie reached my side, helping me with all the fuckers in my way. Trixie was shaking when I finally reached her. I needed to get her the hell out of the main room. Without even thinking, I scooped her up in my arms fucking bodyguard style, and carried her to the girl's locker room in the back. She clung to me and laid her head on my chest. My hands were touching her bare legs since she wasn't really wearing much, and I had to try really hard to fight back a moan. Now was not the time to be getting turned on by her sexy as fuck body. For fuck’s sake, the poor girl had just been mauled by five assholes. The last thing she needed was for me to start humping her leg like a horny fucking teenager. I was no better than the fuckers we left behind.

"It's okay, Trixie," I soothed, kicking the door to the locker room open. "I've got you. You're safe now." Still, she didn't say anything.

"What happened?" Barbie asked as she caught sight of us. She was my regular fuck—because god knows I had to have at least one. There was no way in hell I was ever getting blue balls, and if I had waited around for Trixie for the last two years, they would have shriveled up and fallen off long ago. Barbie had one hell of a mouth when it was wrapped around my cock, but damn, was the girl clingy.

"Can you get Trixie a drink? Some fuckers tried to grab her onstage, and I think she’s in shock still. Oh, and find Tony. That fucker should have been watching her. I can't do fucking everything while he’s healing," I bellowed. Barbie scurried off without a word.

I sat Trixie down on the sofa in the dressing room. "Hey," I cooed, lifting her chin up so I could look into her eyes. "Do I have to treat you for shock? Or should I give you mouth to mouth?" That was all it took, and she smiled up at me then. "There's my girl." I grinned, moving my hand away from her face.

"Thank you, Ryan," she whispered. "That's not the first time you've come to my rescue." Didn't I know it? I always came to her rescue. I was such a fucking pussy when it came to her, but someone needed to protect her. Tony was always too busy playing gangster to see how dangerous it got for a woman of her beauty in here.

"You need to speak to Tony. When the club is this busy, you’ve got to have more protection."

"I'll talk to him," she replied as Barbie rushed in with a bottle of vodka.

"It's okay, Trix," she stressed, pushing me out the way. She never did like Trixie and I being too close. She probably thought she had some sort of claim on me because she was my regular fuck.Fucking women.

"I'm alright, Barbie. Quit fussing," Trixie moaned, pushing her friend away but taking the vodka bottle first. "You should go out there. Bambi’s gonna need you. The crowd is absolutely crazy tonight." Glancing between the two of us and then toward the door, Barbie looked torn. I could tell she was about to protest, and I wasn’t fucking having that.

"Just get the fuck out, Barbie!" I commanded. With one last longing look in my direction, she was gone.

"You can go, too, Ryan. I'm fine," Trixie murmured as I turned to look at her. "I have an hour to pull myself together before I go back onstage."

"Back onstage? Trixie, that’s crazy! You should go home."

"No, really. It's nothing, I promise. I just freaked out when those drunk assholes got on the stage and started grabbing for me."

"You're an amazingly brave young woman."

She laughed to herself before speaking. "I must be to have agreed to sleep with you. Barbie talks about you all the time, you know." That definitely piqued my interest.

"Does she, now? And what exactly does she say?"

"I'm not going to stroke your ego.” Her eyes focused in on my crotch for a minute before she spoke again. “Or anything else for that matter. Well...not tonight, anyway." Sweet fuck, would Friday come already!?

"I can see I'll have to keep an eye on you," I chuckled, standing up. She'd stopped trembling, thankfully, and I knew Tony would arrive at any second, limping in and acting the caring boyfriend. My job was done.

"Ryan?" I turned, watching her wide, chocolate brown eyes as they searched deep into mine. "This weekend, can I ask you to do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"Will you call me Siena the entire time?" I had no idea what that meant, but I wasn't given a chance to find out. Tony limped in at that moment and took the beautiful Trixie home with him. I guess any chance of an explanation would have to wait until Friday.

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