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“You don’t mind?”
“No. I wasn’t feeling much like going out anyway.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying home,” Luna chimes in.
“No. You go and have fun. Does he eat pizza?”
“Yeah, he does, but I don’t really have the money for that,” she replies.
“I got this. Go,” Hock says and shoos us away. Luna smiles her thanks as I usher her and Tony out of the apartment. We’re down the stairs and out to the car. Tony opens the door for her, and she looks around at those of us who are out here. Tony, Brett, Kim, and I.
“Whose car is this?”
“Mine,” I tell her.
“You own a car?” Now I laugh.
“Yeah, Chula. I do. Now get in.” I nod toward the front seat, where Kim is trying to go, and Luna doesn’t fight her. She moves back and climbs into the backseat with Tony and Brett.
“Where is this party?”
“About twenty minutes from here,” Brett tells her as she nods her head. I can see Kim out of the corner of her eye, watching Luna like a hawk. She doesn’t like her; that much is obvious, but that’s too bad for her because I plan on keeping her around for as long as I can.
“Did you go partying a lot back home?” Tony asks her.
“No. I was too busy with Davey,” she answers softly.
“Such a shame.” Kim smarts off.
“Fuck off, Kim, or get out,” I warn her. She huffs out a breath, but Luna doesn’t seem to be fazed by her and her mouth.
The rest of the ride, the guys smoke a joint and laugh along with whatever Brett’s saying. I keep watching Luna out of the rear-view mirror, and I can’t help but be pulled in by her smile.
Chapter 9
Luna
The party is actually in an old factory. It’s a little creepy, but the setup and the fact that there are so many people here make it at least warm.
Brett and I have been dancing for a long time and laughing. Drinks are flowing freely, although I don’t know if they’re paying for them or not, and the way I’m feeling right now, I don’t care.
My hands are in the air and I’m having the best time ever. I’ve never felt so free in my life. Hands land on my waist, and I don’t care whose hands they are. I’m too busy, lost in my own little world. As soon as the hands are there, I feel them being pulled away. Now I spin around to see Marco in some guy’s face, his hands balled at his sides, ready for a fight. Instead of letting him ruin my night, I grab his arm and pull him into me. He turns his head to look back over at the guy who was grabbing me, but I reach up and pull his face to mine and kiss him. It’s the only thing I can think of to de-escalate the situation. I don’t want him fighting over me, not right now.
Our kiss becomes heated, but I know I have his attention now, too. I grab his hands and slide them to my waist before I start to move again. Our lips stay connected as our bodies move to the beat. We’re swaying, our sweaty bodies molding to each other. Marco pulls his lips from mine and slowly moves them down my neck. I tilt my head to the side, allowing him access to the sensitive spots that drive me wild, and he knows it.
The music changes and begins to pump through the speakers. Everyone is screaming and having a good time, but I’m lost in Marco. Our bodies have slowed, and we move to our own beat.
“You make me crazy, Chula,” he whispers in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He notices it too as he pulls me in closer.
We keep dancing, and drinks keep being thrust into my hands. I don’t turn them down, although I probably should. I’m feeling great and having the best time of my life when all hell breaks out. It’s a huge party, so none of this surprises me. Typically, back home, you hear about the fights breaking out at the parties, too.
Shots are fired, and Marco shoves me to the ground as if I’m just any other girl. I climb back to my feet and reach for the second gun he has in the back of his jeans.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he roars at me.
“Helping!”
“Give me the fucking gun, Chula.”
