Page 511 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

No goddamn control.

My gaze flickers over to Lily once again. The guy has disappeared.

For the moment? For the night?

Did she shoot him down?

How did I miss it?

I roll my eyes.

Jesus, am I back in high school?

I glance down at my watch. I still have a little time, and since I don’t know who I’m looking for, it’s not like I can stake out the hacker backer.

One drink won’t hurt.

One drink may actually relax me, make me not want to tear the backer’s arms from his sockets when I finally see who it is.

Yes, just one drink.

I’m not violating Alek’s rule about staying away from Lily. I’m just keeping an eye on her to make sure nobody gets too close.

And if they do, I’ll just step in to protect her.

Hell, maybe it’ll even ingratiate me with Alek and crazy Kat.

I push through the growing crowd, gritting my teeth as I fight my way to the bar. I have no idea when all of these people showed up. I probably missed the influx while I was busy undressing Lily with my mind.

In a blink, a flash of red disappears from the bar, a peal of laughter floating into the air in her wake. She’s clinging to her friend, a little unsteady on her feet.

I watch as she stumbles around, led by her friend to the center of the dance floor. Unconsciously, I move in their direction, sidestepping intoxicated guys and girls who grind and writhe around me. Her body sways left and right, now moving in time to the music. The fabric of her dress slides against her tight body, clinging to her curves…curves I want to dig my fingertips into.

Oh, Christ, what I would do to have those curves pressed against me again.

I slip past her and her friend, positioning myself against the wall like some babysitter. I recognize the girl she’s with now. I remember how she tried damn hard to get me to dance with her and how deflated she looked when I chose Lily.

How the fuck could I not?

I watch as a group of guys surround them. I grit my teeth as Lily falls over a couple of them, placing her hand on one of their shoulders for balance. Her ass is perfectly round, prime for spanking. A tingle jolts me when the thought of my hand slapping her flesh would make her squeal.

Me leaving my mark on her because she needs to be punished for wearing that hot as fuck dress in public and for taking a drink from some random douchebag at the bar. Me leaving her with a reminder of what happens when you don’t think about consequences.

Isn’t it ironic that me, of all people, would have to teach another human beingthatlesson?

My phone vibrates and I grab it out of my pocket, my eyes still locked on Lily.

We’re pulling up to the place right now. Grab the guys once they’re inside.

Shit. They’re early. I push off the wall and walk quickly to the door, throwing a few looks over my shoulder to make sure Lily is still visible, at least until the crowd swallows her up.

I need to get back to her.

I can’t explain why, but I do.

This is exactly why everyone is always so pissed off at me, why I keep getting myself into these no-win situations.

Because emotion always wins out over logic.

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