Page 16 of The Soldier

In any case, the moment I heard Trina say she wanted come here, I knew she was up to something. There’s no way she’s into a creep like Nick Mariano. The way she responded to my little nip on her juicy lips tells me I’m right.

At least I think I am.

It might not be a sex club, but it’s pretty close and one of the hottest spots in Los Angeles where the rich and famous hang. For those who can afford the three-figure entrance fee.

Inside, the monotone décor is broken up by millions of lights giving it an ethereal feel. From the lights set in the floor to the enormous crystal chandelier above the dance floor which throws shards of light off every surface.

They might be impressive but they’re a challenge when you’re on the lookout for blades or a flash of metal.

Everything behind the bar is top shelf and at least a thousand dollars a bottle. Live performers entertain from a small stage in the middle while barely dressed patrons writhe to the music.

It’s amazing how quickly full-length premiere gowns can turn into the skimpiest little things after midnight.

I stand behind Savannah and Ryder with Josh to my right, and watch as Trina leans her gold clad hip against the bar andtosses back what looks like a tequila shot. Nick fucking Mariano is gazing down at her like she’s his dessert.

I have bad news for him.

Let’s just say, I licked her so she’s mine.

“Fucking dick,” I mumble as he holds out the lime and slides it over her lips.

Then does again it again.

A growl leaves my lips as she starts wiggling her booty to the song that just started up. Nick’s eyes dip between her breasts appreciatively.

I get it bro.

The famous actor can have any other woman here tonight, and he would be wise to spend his time on them. Trina is not available.

“You going to do something about that?” Josh asks.

“What?” I turn to him, frowning, wondering if I’d missed a threat to Savannah. Which is dumb because Josh would act, not ask.

He nods at Trina, and I spin back as Nick hands her another lime and drops it down her cleavage. I almost laugh when I see the split-second fury cross her face. Then she glances at me and does this fucking stupid giggle, slapping Nick on his arm.

Nice try, little wolf.

The guy is an excellent actor and I like his films, but tonight I’m no fan. If she doesn’t do something about this whole act, I’ll be forced to. But not before I watch her dig a hole she almost can’t get out of.

If Nick makes a serious move, it will be interesting to see who stops him first. I might not know her very well, but I’d put money on her slapping his confident ass before he was able to cop a feel.

In all fairness he’s an excellent actor.

“Trina can take care of herself.” I cross my arms.

“I’m sure she can—” Josh’s mouth falls open at the same time mine does.

Nick makes his move, and we stand watching as Trina pulls some jujitsu move on him, twisting his wrist and pushing him up against the bar.

My feet started moving before I know what I’m doing.

“I think the lady wants space.” I say roughly over the music.

“The fuck Marshall! She just broke my wrist!” Nick cries as his bodyguard takes a step but side-eyes me, not sure what to do.

Nick smartly waves him back. They both know Trina is under protection by the BHS team, and really, what were they going to do?

If they’d laid a hand on her, things would be going very differently right now.

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