Page 33 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterTen
WHITNEY
Hayden escorts me into the club. All of the lights are on now, highlighting just how disgusting this place really is. Stained walls, dirty dance floor, and sticky carpet. He leads me to a group of women standing by the bar. Nova is half-asleep where she leans against the bar.
“She didn’t do anything wrong.” I don’t know that that’s true, but she’s high as a kite, and I guarantee Curtis had something to do with it.
“She’s not under arrest. The ambulance is on the way.”
I glance at Hayden. He’s busy scanning the club, making sure everything is in order.
“Am I under arrest?”
He side-eyes me. “No.”
Some of the tension between my shoulders eases.
“Stay here.”
“You’re new.”
I glance at the woman in a robe. “I’m Curtis’ mate, Shelly.” Her gaze strays over my body. “Such a shame you won’t be on tonight.”
Curtis has a mate and she’s okay with this?
An idea forms in my head, and I smirk, pulling a bratty face.
“Yeah, sorry you didn’t get a chance to shoot me up.”
“Listen, you little bitch.” The woman prowls toward me. “As soon as these pigs are gone, I’ll show you what it means to be part of Pack Ginty.” Her face is gaunt, and her breath smells like bourbon.
“You can try,” I say, shifting so I’m ready for her attack.
As predicted, Shelly tries to hit me. I dodge her uppercut and punch her in the vagina. For my plan to work, she has to lose her shit.
Her scream is shrill as her fist comes toward my face. She hits my temple so hard my vision dims and I lose my footing.
“The fuck is going on over there?” a guy shouts.
The last thing I hear before I fall unconscious is Shelly yelling at the cops.
* * *
“Look into my flashlight,” the paramedic instructs. “I’m starting to think you have a thing for me.” She shines the light into my eyes.
“What?” I’m perched on the back step of the ambulance, refusing to get onto the gurney because I’m not that hurt.
She laughs. “You don’t remember me? I’m Maddy. I checked you out after the vodka bombs.”
“Oh,” I mumble, wincing when she moves the flashlight over.
“No concussion, but you’ll be hurting for a few days.” She reaches into her bag and cracks a cold pack. “Hold this to your head. I’ll get you some ibuprofen.”
The parking lot is full of police cars. Curtis is led out of the club, hands cuffed behind his back. His gaze sweeps the parking lot until he finds me, upper lip curling.
“I’ll be back for you, baby.” His face is serious, and I know then that I’ve caught the attention of a predator and he won’t let me get away with hurting his mate.
I stiffen and glance away.
