Page 7 of Chaos & Corruption

Three

Alex Reggiano

“A toast,”Webber slurs, lifting his shot glass. The guy has been pounding them back since we got here. I’m not complaining, after getting my pizza stolen by that menace to society yesterday, I’m all about getting wasted. It turns out the badass biker dude wasn’t there to kill me after all. He was helping his niece—his smoking hot niece might I add—move into the apartment directly above mine.

I shake my head, dismissing any and all thoughts of the pretty brunette with the crazy family and raise my glass along with my other roommate, Mike Robinson.

“To our upcoming season,” Webber continues. “May we fucking crush it.”

“Here, here,” Robinson says.

I tip my chin in agreeance and we clink our glasses, knocking back the shots. The tequila goes down hard, burning my throat and warming my belly. I take the lime and shove it between my lips. Sucking on it, I turn my head and that’s when I spot her.

The pretty brunette with the fucking crazy uncle.

Victoria Bianci.

Sitting in a booth across the room, looking just as fucking dangerous as she did yesterday when she smiled shyly at me, her cheeks flaming a dark shade of crimson. The only difference between then and now, is that yesterday I was too on edge to really appreciate her. Between the biker uncle robbing my pizza and the father who knocked me down to size with his piercing blue eyes, I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of dodge. But now, I’m too drunk to give a damn about all the reasons I should look away and forget I ever laid eyes on her.

To be fair, any man with a working pair of eyes would likely throw caution to the wind—drunk or sober. She’sthatpretty. With lips meant for kissing and sucking and eyes—man, those eyes are fucking spectacular. I’ve never met anyone with two different color eyes before, and while I’m not sure how she got them, I’m completely convinced the rest of us ordinary people with matching eyes are missing out.

The girl has a body on her too, something I notice the second she slides out of the booth. A killer rack, a narrow waist, and hips that flare, teasing and enticing a man. I take it back. The girl ain’t dangerous, she’s a total ten and fucking lethal. She’s a distraction I can’t afford, but my dick doesn’t seem to agree.

Keeping my eyes pinned to her, I reach for my beer and take a gulp. The girl she’s with slides out of the booth too and hands Victoria her drink. I watch as she takes a sip, her lips curving around the straw. She laughs at something her friend says and fuck—even that is fucking amazing.

“Who’s the hot piece of ass with Mila?” Robinson questions, nudging me with his elbow.

Busted.

Lowering the beer from my lips, I roll my neck and peel my eyes away from Victoria.

“Mila?”

“The blonde standing next to the girl who is eye fucking the shit out of you.”

I turn my attention back to Victoria and sure as fuck, the girl’s mismatched eyes are pinned to me. She lifts her hand and offers me a wave.

“If you’re not going to hit that, I will,” Robinson adds. “I bet those lips would look fucking spectacular wrapped around my cock.”

My gaze cuts back to him.

“Try it,” I growl.

I’ll break both your fucking legs and leave you out of commission for the entire season.

He laughs and takes another swig of his beer.

“Relax, man,” he says. “But if you’re not going to make a move, someone else will. Fresh meat like that won’t last long around these parts.”

He’s not wrong. The guys around here, whether they’re athletes, frat boys, or the sleazy fucks who make up the Scorpio Society, they are all the same. They’re fucking vultures who keep a scorecard on their dick. As soon as Victoria gets on their radar, they will all be clawing for scraps.

Her uncle should’ve probably fitted her for a chastity belt before leaving yesterday.

My thoughts are interrupted by Webber who stumbles off his stool. Bracing one hand on the high-rise table, he sways slightly and fixes his gaze across the room.

“Who the fuck is that and why isn’t she under me?”

Robinson juts his thumb toward him.

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