Page 102 of Ruled By Wizard

The fact that he had asked nicely made Chai stare at him in confusion. She took the mug, refilled it, and was setting it down when Margarita walked behind the counter to retrieve a bottle of water from the cooler.

Running a hand through his hair, Wizard began to sweat when Margarita sashayed toward him and Natalia.

Opening the bottle, she drank thirstily. Wizard averted his eyes and tried to catch Burn’s attention, hoping the brother would rescue him.

Burn was dancing with Oasis, so he didn’t appear to notice his signal.

“You should loosen up,” Margarita advised Natalia, lowering the bottle to rest between her generously-sized breasts. A silver crop top exposed their upper curves. “Wizard looks like he’s bored out of his mind.”

Wizard felt Natalia stiffen beside him.

“I’m bored, too.” Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Natalia placed a possessive hand on his arm. “It gets dull real quick watching the show you’re putting on for everyone.”

Margarita’s berry-red lips curled with feline satisfaction. “You’ve been watching, though, haven’t you? Learn anything new?”

Unfazed, Natalia picked up Wizard’s beer, took a sip, and then set it down. “I did, actually.” Leaning closer, she whispered conspiratorially, “You should wash your hands more often.”

Margarita’s dark eyes smoldered with fury as she leaned across the counter. “At least I can wash my hands and not smell like a garlic press afterward, fresa.”

Natalia examined her fingertips as if the insult hadn’t bothered her. “How many hair extensions do you have?” she asked casually.

Wizard’s gaze bounced between them, his balls twisting into knots.

“Natalia, let’s dance.” Sliding off his stool, he tried to tug her from hers. “Be careful. Don’t antagonize her. Margarita is a dirty fighter,” he whispered in her ear.

The last time Margarita had fought another woman, he had driven her opponent to the emergency room to have her shoulder put back into place.

Both women ignored him.

“I don’t need hair extensions. I’m not going to waste money buying what I already have … unlike you!” Margarita snapped. “You fake-ass bitch! How much did you spend on that manicure, the extensions in your hair, and getting your tits done?”

The knot in Wizard’s balls tightened when Margarita jerked her head toward him.

“You think Wizard is going to stay with you?” Her loud, jeering laughter had everyone turning in their direction. “I’ll still be in his bed, fucking his brains out, a year from now, while you’ll be nothing but a fuck he brags about.”

“Shut the fuck—” Too late, Wizard tried to shut Margarita’s jealous spiral down.

Wizard dropped Natalia’s arm and started around the counter. Before he had taken three steps, he heard glass shatter. He snapped his head around to see Natalia hauling herself across the counter, grabbing Margarita by the hair.

Gaping, he broke into a run. By the time he rounded the counter, Natalia was sitting on Margarita’s struggling body and tearing out her hair.

“Natali—”

“Stay out of this!” she screamed at him before glaring down at Margarita. “I thought you didn’t have extensions.” She waved a clump of hair in front of her face.

“You fucking bitch …” Margarita tried to throw her off, but Natalia held on to the bucking woman.

Wizard reached for Natalia then jerked his hand back when her teeth came precariously close to taking a chunk out of him.

“Buck, you take Natalia, and I’ll take Mar—”

Buck shook his head. “I’m not about to get my hand bitten off. This is your mess, brother. Leave me out of it.”

Easing closer to the fighting women, Wizard tried to separate them. He kneeled and attempted to grab one of Natalia’s wrists, but she refused to let go. Not wanting to hurt either woman proved to be a mistake when their grappling bodies rolled into him and knocked him onto his back.

Finding himself pinned beneath two fighting women should have been the highlight of his life. Instead, piercing agony lanced through his cock as one woman’s knee crushed it.

“Stop!” he roared. “Get off my dick!”