The Dark Ghosts

45. Nightclub (part 2)

Bianca's POV

"Get your fucking hands off her," Alec growled.

I immediately pushed the guy away and turned to look at Alec. He had the scariest, most intimidating expression I've ever seen. His eyes were glaring daggers towards the stranger, a glare that could make anyone want to run into a corner and cry. His jaw was clenched, his nose flaring and his fists curled in a ball, ready to punch whoever approximates him. And it was definitely working on the stranger judging by the fear in his eyes.

"We need to talk," Alec gritted turning to me.

"Oh now you want to talk?" I chuckled drily. "Sorry but no, I'm here with him," I said, nodding my head towards the stranger as I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to me. Alec's eyes darted off momentarily to that grip, darkening in anger.

"Bianca," he said in a warning tone.

"Hey dude, back off. I saw her first, she's mine for the night," the guy smirked at Alec, forgetting about his recent fear, and I had to hold a gag. I'm whose?

Alec couldn't control himself any longer and punched the guy straight in the face, making him stumble back and fall to the ground.

"Alec! Stop!" I screamed at him as I positioned myself in front of him and took his fist in my hand, preventing him from throwing more punches.

Alec took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and called for security to come. Two tall, buff guys walked inside and dragged the guy, who now had a bloody nose, outside. Thankfully, no one had noticed all the ruckus. They were all either too drunk or just too caught up in their own business.

"Come with me," Alec ordered as he took my hand and started dragging me somewhere.

I tried to pry my hand away from him, but his hold was tight. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to not being able to free myself. I was shouting at him all the way through the hallways, but he wasn't even budging.

We soon arrived in front of a big, black door. He stopped on his tracks and got a key out of his pocket, putting it on the lock and opening the door. He nodded at me, silently ordering me to walk in. I rolled my eyes, but walked in nonetheless not wanting to create anymore drama.

This seemed to be his office, which looked quite luxurious and dark. I comfortably sat in one of the couches, not caring if he minded or not. Alec walked into the office too, and stared at me with a hard look.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"What do you think?" I scoffed, still mad about his little scene outside.

"You know what I mean, Bianca."

"We'll, in that case, I was having my fun, until someone came and dragged me here," I sassed.

"Oh, so you'd rather be spending your night with tinky winky," he glared at me.

"Maybe," I lied, trying to rile him up. His glare intensified and he took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down once again.

"Why didn't you bring any bodyguards?" he growled, changing the topic.

"Because I can perfectly defend myself, Alec," I replied in a bored tone. I don't even know why I was answering to his whole interrogation. It was as if it was systematic; he asked a question and my mouth answered before I could even think.

"I know you can, Bianca, but we are in the middle of a fucking war here. It doesn't matter how skilled you are. When it's you against a bullet, you can't win," he scolded.

I know he was right, I couldn't beat a bullet. But still, I never liked having bodyguards. None of us girls did. Before this mission, we never had to take protection out of our home, because it was never necessary. Tonight, we just wanted to feel free again, even though I admit it was a reckless action.