Page 213 of Deadly Sweet

Breathe, Savvy. Just take deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

“Your water.” The bartender hands me the bottle of water.

“Thanks.” I grin, uncap it, take a few mouthfuls before handing it back. “I don’t need this anymore. But do you mind if I borrow these?” I point to the scissors on the bar top.

I don’t give her time to answer and just take them. “Thanks.” I wink.

With scissors in hand, I march over the girl spewing shit from her mouth. Grabbing her ponytail, I yank her head back and start hacking at it. “Hi.” I grin down at her as she starts to scream. “Leroy’s Omega here.” The ponytail falls free, and I lift it in my hand. “But I really should be going. It was lovely to meet you. Bye!”

Turning around on my heel, I book it out of the room as she freaks out behind me; I book it through the doors and over to the golf cart laughing like the crazy bitch I am.

Listen, Leroy said, I couldn’t stab anyone. He didn’t say shit about cutting off their hair.

With a manic laugh, I take off in the golf cart, going way faster than I should.

My heart is beating like a drum, a grin stretching across my face at the pure fucking joy I’m feeling right now. God, that was good.

Bitch deserved it. Talk shit about my men and see what happens.

I really wanted to fucking stab her with the sissors though.See, I can be a good girl!

“Leroy!” I shout when I see him.

He looks up, his eyes wide. I stop with a jolt. “Get in!” I laugh, bouncing in my seat.

He doesn’t ask questions; he just drops his golf clubs and hops in. “What's going on?”

“Time to go, baby.” I kiss him hard. “Oh, Eli. Congrats on marrying that complete bitch. I wish you all the years of misery. Here.” I toss him her ponytail before saying, “I think this belongs to her.”

Slamming my foot down on the gas, we speed away.

“Savvy, was that really her hair?” Leroy asks, gripping the cart for dear life.

“Hell yeah, it was,” I cackle.

“Do I wanna know?” he laughs.

“Let’s just say she said some nasty shit about my men and that doesn’t fly with me.” I look over at him. “Are you mad?”

“Mad?” he snorts. “Hell no. I was ready to beat them with my golf club. Your timing is impeccable. I never want to come back here again.”

“Good. Because this place sucks. Oh shit!” I shout as I yank the cart to the side, nearly avoiding crashing into people.

“Please get us back to the car alive,” Leroy growls.

“Why?” I laugh, yanking us to the other side. “Don’t you know by now, I’m like a phoenix, baby. Car crashes can’t kill me.”

“Because,” he growls as we make it to the parking lot. “We still need to be alive for all the dirty things I want to do to you when I get you alone.”

“Oh.” I blink up at him, heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“Do you know how fucking sexy it was when you stood up for me? I’ve been golfing with a hard-on for the past hour.”

“My bad.” I grin. “But I meant every word.”

“I know you did, baby.” His voice lowers as he says, “Thank you.”

Shouting has both of us looking behind us. “Oh shit.” We’re out of the cart and racing down the parking lot to our car.

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