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And I don’t like that one bit.

She doesn’t belong there. She doesn’t deserve to be looked at as a piece of ass and nothing more.

The way she moves has no place at DL. She was born for something greater; I can feel it.

My stomach tightens as I look over to the bonnet, no more smoke emerging from the gaps.

I shouldn’t have done that.

My Angel deserves a better car. She shouldn’t be driving this piece of junk around.

If her eventually hating me for this means that I had a chance of being close to her, then so be it.

I drop the key under the car, not too far, leaving it still visible for her.

Charging back towards my car, I get in and slam the door.

It’s too late to get this under control, and I know it.

I’m such a fucking idiot.

Chapter 9

Camila

Imarch out of the club through the dimly lit crimson corridors, ignoring everyone I pass on the way.

I couldn’t concentrate on the remainder of my shift. My mind kept replaying Xander. The corded muscles of his forearms, the way his shirt hugged him.

The table I was serving left shortly after Xander’s performance, leaving a very generous tip.

I swing the strap of my duffel bag full of cash across my chest and hang my gym bag over my shoulder. There’s nothing valuable in my bag compared to the duffel bag, so if anyone was to try their luck stealing from me over the short walk across the road, I’d rather it be the latter.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jayden,” I say as I brush past him, currently trying to stop a drunk from entering through the back door. Sadly, he’s the one person that’s harder to avoid out here. He would just chase after me.

“Cam, wait,” he calls as he pushes the man away from him. The rough-looking man comes charging at him again and almost lands a punch to Jayden’s stomach, but he misses by an inch. Jayden kicks him in the back of the knee, and the man falls to the ground, slurring something about how painful that was.

“I don’t wanna see you back here again. Go, or I’ll call the police,” he spits at him.

“I know what happens in there. I don’t think you would, little guy,” the man babbles.

My brows knit in confusion. I know that the Warrens dabble in illegal things, but to run it from this club?

This is precisely why I should avoid Xander. All that sort of lifestyle brought me was torment.

Jayden raises his fist. The man flinches away and finally starts retreating. Jayden strolls towards me, glaring daggers at the man.

“Nice work, Mr Bouncer,” I smile.

He towers over me, getting a little closer than I would like, so I back away a step.

He flexes his muscled arm and smiles broadly. I chuckle awkwardly at him as he attempts another step forward. “I know you’re off for the night, but there’s something that I’ve been wanting to ask you.” He runs his hand along his slicked-back hair.

I fold my arms over my chest, knowing exactly what’s coming. It was just a matter of time.

“Are you free at some point this week?”

I sigh. “Jay, we spoke about this…”