Page 15 of Wishing for La Luna
I take my gaze off them and look at him. "You see that too?"
"She looks like you when you were on the Vibe."
Vibe is something someone gave me months ago to take the edge off. The flashback is quick and strong. I couldn’t feel a thing with my skin being so numb. People kept pulling me. I didn’t want to go but couldn’t say no. Looking at Luna brings it all back.
Then I hear her voice clearly. "I don't feel good. Leave me alone."
She is pushing at him, but Thierry brings her closer.
I take a step forward, and Chico's hand is on my shoulder to stop me. "Stay away, man. It’s none of your business. That’s how that crowd parties."
I look at him, but I hear her say, “No, I don’t want to.”
As much as I don’t like this chick, I need to make sure she is okay.
I shake Chico's hand off my shoulder and cross the distance. "What's going on?"
Thierry smirks at me. "What does it look like?"
Luna's eyes are glassy. Her body is unstable, like she can’t stand on her own.
"She's not okay. Are you trying to take advantage of her?"
Thierry laughs. "Yeah, right."
I ignore him. "Luna, you want to come with me?"
She doesn't move, but whispers, “Yes.”
I step forward.
Thierry holds up a hand. "Back off."
His bodyguard remains by his side but doesn't move. He's staring at Tito. My cousin is big enough for him to think twice.
I extend a hand, and Luna latches onto it. I pull her, but Thierry holds her back.
“Let her go, man. She said no. That means you fuck off.” If I have to tell him again, it won’t be with words. My hand flexes to a fist, ready to do the talking for me.
“Mind your fucking business, man,” Thierry shoots back.
"What's going on?” Adina rushes to his side, but her gaze is on me.
Thierry points at me. “Luna is not feeling good, and this asshole wants her to go with him."
She looks from Luna to me, pressing her lips. "No, she hates him." Her phone pings, and she looks at it. Then her face goes pale, and she turns to Thierry. "What the fuck?"
On her phone screen is the image of Thierry kissing Luna. In the next second, she turns to Luna and tries to slap her. "You bitch."
Both bodyguards step in the way. I move Luna back, but in that moment, she tugs at my hand.
"I want to go home." Her voice is soft, almost fading, provoking a heaviness in my stomach.
I’m going to make sure she gets there.
I move her away as Adina is screaming in the background. "That fucking slut. She always wants what I have. I can't believe you, Thierry. Why her?"
I take Luna out of the place.
