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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DEAN
“You know he’s going to retaliate at some point.” Viking says, leaning back against the brick wall from atop his barstool in the Twisted Throttle. “This was probably a pretty major blow to Legion’s cash flow, and might have scared off some of his Demon buddies that weren’t hauled in.”
“Whatever levels the playing field.” I say, downing the last gulp of my beer.
As if she’s been watching and waiting, one of the newer girls working the bar, walks up to me.
“I can take that off your hands.” She smiles, twisting her blonde hair around her finger as she holds out her other hand. I give her the empty bottle. Ever since Vanna’s presence around the roadhouse has become less frequent, some of the new lay girls have become a little more attentive. “Would you like another?”
“I’m good for now, Maxie, thanks.”
“Well, you just let me know if that status changes.” She winks at me, then turns and walks off. Before she can look back to check if I’m watching the exaggerated sway of her ass, I casually glance around the bar.
“Ho... Lee... Shit.” Viking damn near falls off his barstool beside me. I shift my attention from the goings on around the bar to see what, or rather, who, he’s looking at. I fully expect him to be ogling a new chick.
Just not this particular chick…
She’s the last person I ever expected to waltz into the Twisted Throttle. And I immediately know, this has trouble written all over it.
I reflexively smack Viking’s arm before he says or does anything else.
He turns to scowl at me. “Fuck you, Dean. You’re off the market. Can’t keep all the hot bitches for yourself.”
“That’s not a hot bitch.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Okay, I get that you only have eyes forVanna and all that shit… But come on, bro. Are you fucking blind?”
“That’s my future goddamn sister-in-law.” I warn him. “Off limits. The last thing I need is for you to break her heart and that shit all blow back on me somehow.”
Viking’s scowl returns, but for once he doesn’t say anything back.
I get up and approach her quickly, before anyone else does. She looks like she’s looking for trouble. No, more than looking. She’s begging for it.
Dressed in skin tight leather pants, spiked heel, red bottomed boots, a low-cut black top paired with a cropped leather studded jacket, she struts her stuff in here like she owns the place. Her makeup is dark, her hair a little more textured than the last time I saw her. She had been wearing a cashmere sweater and her chestnut hair was pin straight and shiny. This girl isn’t the good girl I met at brunch over mimosas and scones. This girl looks like she belongs here. Like she’d be wearing a Property Of cut, or even have her man’s name tatted on her ass. But she doesn’t. So as far as the men in here are concerned, Vanna’s little sister is fresh meat. Grade fuckin’ A, at that. I can already feel a current of tension permeating the atmosphere of the roadhouse, as all eyes land on Giuliana.
“Hey.” I say, stepping up to her and quickly asking, “Does Vanna know you’re here?”
“No, I wanted to surprise her.” Giuliana replies, smiling brightly at me. She’s got that hot as Hell, yet innocent thing about her, too. I’m sure she can flip it like a switch the way Vanna does. These Vettriano sisters are fuckin’ dangerous.
“Vanna’s off tonight. She’s home.” I tell her.
“Bummer.” Giuliana replies. Her deep red lips are curved in a slight smile. She isn’t genuinely disappointed at all.
“You got a cage in the lot?”
“A cage?” she looks puzzled.
“A car.”
She chuckles, placing a hand on my arm. Normally, I’d have dodged that touch. But I allow it this time. Because she’s Vanna’s kid sister. And men are staring at her like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing up a little doe. My proximity to her will keep them at bay.
“I walked from the hotel down the street.” She says, then laughs harder at my shocked expression.
“Dressed like this?” the words just fall out of my mouth, and I try to back pedal. “I mean… those boots… I imagine that distance would hurt your feet.”
She smiles slyly at me now. “I could run track in heels, Dean.”
