Page 15 of Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 6
Kane
The pounding bass of the music matched my heartbeat as we walked into the packed nightclub. “This is insane,” I had to shout for Rocco to hear me.
“Off the chain,” he shouted back at me. “Right?”
“I guess so.” I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to enjoy the place. To be more precise, I had full use of my mind. That made it impossible for me to just go with the flow the way everyone else seemed to be doing.
Scanning the room, which was filled with undulating bodies, I couldn’t help but notice that half the girls here were hardly wearing enough to cover those moving bodies. One girl raised her arms in the air as she swayed her ass, the little bit of black material covering her nether regions flashing out, and she looked like she just didn’t give a damn.
Rocco noticed it too, jabbing me in the ribs with his elbow. “Whoa, check out the barely-there underwear on the chick at two o’clock, will ya?”
“Rocco, you know that’s somebody’s daughter, don’t you?” I asked him as he openly gawked at the girl.
“She ain’t yours, so why are you even thinkin’ about it, Kane? You need alcohol, and you need it stat.” He led the way to the nearest bar. “Give me a couple of Godfathers, please.”
So, whiskey it is, then.
It seemed my friend was going to try to dull my senses with a stout mixture of bourbon and amaretto. Unfortunately, I’d have to disappoint him. My mind wasn’t into it, and my drinking would be limited.
Everywhere I looked, I imagined I saw things in a much different light than most of the other patrons. To my left, a group of four men was laughing and drinking. One of them had droopy eyes, his glass hung loosely in his hand, and he had to lean on the bar to stay upright. He’d had too much to drink, and his companions took no notice of that fact at all.
To my right, a girl who was most likely barely twenty-one danced with a man who looked like a serial killer. His hands were all over her, and he was looking down at the top of her head with a menacing stare that told me he’d like to take her outside, push her up against the side of the building, and bone her until she couldn’t see straight. Then tie her up and throw her in the trunk of his car, taking her away forever.
“Drink this,” came Rocco’s demanding voice.
Taking the glass from his extended hand, I took a small sip. “Thanks.”
With a nod, Rocco took a sip as he looked around the room. “Over there, see those two chicks dancing with each other?”
“I do.” I had no idea why he would point them out. Tons of girls were dancing with each other, some in large groups even.
“Let’s cut in,” he continued. “I get the blonde. I know you prefer brunettes.”
I wasn’t up for that at all. “You go ahead. Take them both. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
One heavy sigh let me know he wasn’t happy with my attitude. “Come on, Kane. Loosen up, man.”
“I am loose. Go on. Go dance, Rocco. I’ll be fine.” My attention was taken by the mass of drunken people anyway. I would be thoroughly entertained just watching them.
Finally, he seemed to accept that I wasn’t going to get out on that dancefloor and we parted ways. Now I could focus my attention on people-watching.
When I saw a girl stumbling off the dancefloor, heading to the bar, I couldn’t hold the doctor inside of me back any longer. I reached out, taking her by the arm. “Hey, where you headed?”
Her blue eyes were glazed over, and she had trouble focusing on me as she wobbled in her high heels. “The bar. I need a drink. Care to buy me one?” she slurred.
“How about I pay for your cab ride home, instead?” I offered as I put my drink down on the bar.
“What?” She shook her head then stopped. “Whoa. I’m kinda dizzy.”
“So, how about that cab?” I slipped my arm around her narrow shoulders, moving her toward the exit instead of the bar.
“Are you trying to take me home?” she slurred, then her head bobbed. “’Cause that’s okay if you are. I’m up for it.”
“Good to know.” She wasn’t up for shit. “But I’m not taking you home. I’m sending you to your home. You do know your address, right?”
“Fifteen fifteen, um …” she hummed as she tried to recall where she lived. “Blue Ridge Trail. Yeah, that’s it.” Pride filled her eyes as she looked up at me. “See, I knew it.”
