Page 9 of Chaos & Corruption

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same,” Robinson croons.

His eyes travel the length of her and a sly grin spreads across his face. The urge to grab her by the arm and drag her away claws at me, but I do my best to ignore it. I’m completely aware of how ridiculous I’m acting and while Victoria and Robinson grin at one another, I silently chalk the rage flooding my veins to the fact I’ve neglected my fucking cock for too long.

“Reggiano, here, tells us you’re our new neighbor,” he says as he finally releases her hand and brings it to my shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

I fucking hate him.

Victoria brings her eyes back to me and smiles softly, her cheeks pinkening even more.

Actually, loathe him.

“Yes,” she confirms, still looking at me. “I just transferred from Staten Island Community College.”

Unable to withstand another second of the torture, I turn my back and grab a fresh beer from the bucket.

“Now, you’re getting it,” Webber taunts. “Drink until the room spins, man.”

Look at that—the first smart thing to come out of his mouth.

“Wait,” he says, straightening slightly as he peers at Victoria. “Did you say your last name is Bianci? Like the boxer?”

I hold the beer to my lips, but I don’t take a sip. That’s the second time in twenty-four hours someone has referenced boxing and Victoria in the same sentence. First, her father said she was a trained boxer and now Webber. My curiosity is piqued to say the least and it shows when I lower the beer altogether and stare at her expectantly. Because she isn’t hot enough let’s make her a boxer too.

“Guilty,” she replies.

I wait for her to elaborate. Instead she lifts her drink and circles her lips around the straw of the fruity cocktail she’s sipping. A groan sounds from the back of my throat.

Those fucking lips.

Webber smacks me out of my trance and I turn my attention back to him.

“Dude, her brother is Luca Bianci.” I stare at him blankly, not connecting the dots. I suppose that’s partly because I’m still envisioning her lips and all the things I want to see them wrapped around. “The guy is making a lot of noise in Vegas. They’re calling him the next Mayweather.”

My gaze cuts back to Victoria.

“That true?” I question.

Releasing the straw, she cocks her head to the side and arches an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you do speak.” The smile she’s been sporting since she walked up to me is nowhere to be found as she sets her empty glass on our table. “I came over here to buy you a drink and apologize for my uncle’s behavior yesterday. He can be a lot. Add my dad to the mix and…well, it’s really no wonder why you want nothing to do with me.” She tears her eyes away from me and looks from Webber to Robinson. “It was nice to meet you both.”

She turns on her heel and because I’m the biggest dick to ever walk the face of the earth, my eyes shoot straight to her ass.

Fucking perfect.

“Christ,” I hiss.

What’s that saying,I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave?I bet whoever came up with that had a view similar to the one I’ve got now.

“You’re more troubled than I thought,” Robinson chastises. “That girl was totally into you and you just let her walk away.”

Wait a minute—wasn’t he just warning me against her? What happened to her being like her friend?

“He’s better off,” Webber interjects. “I don’t give a fuck how hot she is, that girl is dangerous with a capital D.”

Victoria disappears into the crowd and out of my view. I turn my attention to my roommates and replay Webber’s last sentence. I’ve already labeled the girl off-limits for my own personal reasons but I’m curious to know his.

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