Bad Intentions

Thirty-Six

Jace

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. No matter how hard I tried my eyes just stayed on her. Completely glued. I didn't want to notice her, but she was a one that takes everyone's attention as soon as she enters a room.

As soon as she entered the club, it was as if I could sense her. I didn't ever have to see her to know that she was there. I don't know what it is, but it's like there is hold on me. She has this hold on me, no one has ever done this to me before.

My eyes stayed on her as she approached the bar. I had to look away for at least a moment. It took everything from within me to not walk up to her. I had to restrain myself. I knew the reason I was here and it wasn't for fun.

She took a shot of what seem like tequila and scrunched her face from the taste. A cute scrunch.

Lime and salt could have help.

The moment she took the dance floor I couldn't help the excitement that bubbled in me from the sight of her. What the hell is happening to me?

The way her body move. The way her hips sway. It was entrancing. It took my attention completely.

The black dress she was in shaped every one of her curve perfectly. Hugged her body like it was a second skin. Anytime a guy came close to her I felt a bubble of anger rise deep within my chest. Was it truly anger?

Her eyes scanned the club like she was looking for something. Looking for someone.

Then they met mine. Seems like I got caught.

A devious smile landed on her lips. Her eyes never leaving my own as she swayed her hips to music as if it was only meant for me.

I couldn't help it. She had me hooked.

This is probably the wrong thing to do. I know I should keep her far away. Away from all of this. She doesn't deserve to roped into any of this.

She deserved to stay safe and away from the danger of this world.

Away from me.

But just for a moment. One moment, I'll let myself throw caution to the wind.

I'll let myself enjoy this one moment.

***

Leah

"Did I hear you correctly?" I asked in disbelief. Every drop of alcohol evaporated from my body.

"Yes." Jace said steadily. "Dominic DeLuca is the owner of this club." His eyes moved from my own to above my head. I followed his eyes behind me to see the last person I ever wanted to see.

Dominic was seated at a roped off section of the club. It was in the far back corner. A glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand. His posture was relaxed as he was speaking to the person next to him. Thankfully his attention was fully captured.

"Leah!" I heard my name being shouted. Oh shit.

Kayla appeared in front of me, blocking Dominic from my line of vision. She handed me a drink.