Page 45 of Slaying for Santa
Some guys don’t like tattoos on women. Lucky for me, the Serpents’ gang leader isn’t one of them.
As I stop a few feet in front of him, popping my hip as I rest my hand on it, his lips part and he speaks to the women sitting on either side of him.
“Leave.”
They both stiffen, their perfectly plucked brows shooting up as they throw him a questioning glare, but he pays them no attention as his bouncers step forward, each holding out a hand to the girls, and helping them to stand.
It’s reluctant on their part, not hiding their pouts before one shoulder checks me on her way past.
Bitch doesn’t realise I just did her a favour.
“I like the way you move,” Snake drawls as he relaxes back on the sofa, stretching one arm out along the back.
And I’d like to see your head rolling across the floor.
“You do?” I ask like a ditz, trying to remain in character.
“Yeah. I do.” He does that thing where he bites his lip like a fucking douche. “Haven’t seen you round before.”
I smile sweetly. “That’s because I’m not from here. I’m visiting family for Christmas.”
He nods at my lie. “Where are you from?”
“Melbourne,” I answer easily, dropping my hand from my hip to start fidgeting with the strap on my bag, making myself look nervous when all I really want to do is tell him why I’m really here, and see his face as he realises death is coming for him.
“Melbourne, hey?” he asks. “What do Melbourne chicks like to do for fun?” He wags his brows in a disgusting way and I just want to stab him right now.
“Oh, you know…” I shrug. “Dance. Party.” I emphasise that by running my hands up the front of my body, and his eyes flare as my fingers graze the sides of my tits.
“Dance for me,” he demands, and just like he’s expecting, I nod and start swaying to the music.
Lifting my hands above my head, I close my eyes as I roll my body seductively, and when I lazily pry them open, I find his eyes focused between my legs where my dress has lifted with the rise of my arms, revealing a hint of my panties.
“Come with me.” He stands abruptly, and I keep dancing as I smile up at his towering height.
“Where are we going?”
“To party in private.” His hungry gaze shifts away from me to his bouncers, not even caring if I say no as he starts leading me out of the VIP area.
Of course I don’t protest. Getting him alone is exactly what I want. I’m a little disappointed it was so easy, if I’m being honest.
In a matter of seconds, he leads me through the club, pastthe toilets, and out the back door that opens to the rear parking lot.
A car is already there, running, and he opens the back door for me, not gesturing for me to get in, but leading me to get in.
“Where are we going to party?” I ask sweetly, and a smirk kicks up his lips as he slides in beside me.
“My place.”
“Which is where?” I ask, forcing a dash of worry in my tone to keep up with my sweet girl vibe.
“Don’t worry, it’s nice. A girl like you will love it. Probably never want to leave.”
A chill runs up my spine at the implication that I’ll never want to leave, because I realise, he means I’ll never be leaving there.
He’s definitely a predator. And given that he runs a gang, perhaps he’s a trafficker too.
I do a fake giggle to cover up my shiver, and when he leans in like a creeper, trapping me against the seat to kiss me, I gasp in fake surprise, turning my head so his lips don’t actually make contact with mine, the thought of him kissing me repulsive.
