Part 3 (2/2)

The ice cream was a running joke that had started last year when my parents put in a contract that I would go to a family dinner with them at least twice a month if they were going to pay for my college. So whenever those dinners came around Ty and Darcy would join me for an ice cream party a' which we would eat while I got ready a' so by the time I actually got to dinner I would barely eat which would p.i.s.s my mother off.

Two hours later with a belly full of ice cream and wearing a little black dress that was sure to send my mother into a conniption fit I walked through the restaurant to their table with a smug smirk across my face.

But once again the Universe reminded me to watch my att.i.tude when I saw Christopher sitting across from my parents.

Quickly turning before they could see me I ran right into a waiter causing him to wear the very full gla.s.ses of red wine.

”What in G.o.ds name are you doing?” My mother hissed at me making it sound like I had planned to run into the waiter.

Offering the waiter a' who was giving me a murderous look a' an apologetic smile, I joined my parents and Christopher at the table; very glad I wasn't going to be eating because that waiter was so going to spit in our food.

”What did I tell you about borrowing clothes from that street walker you live with.” My mother said as a way of greeting.

”I didn't borrow it. It's mine.” It really was Darcy's but no way was I telling my mother that after she called her a streetwalker.

”You're just in time Christopher was just telling us about your date last Sat.u.r.day.”

Oh no.

”Yes Olivia I was just about to get to the part about your rude friend.”

Don't do it.

”You know the one with the tattoos and piercings.”

Closing my eyes I heard my mother choke on her wine and my father huff out a loud breath.

”Tell me about this friend?” My mother demanded loudly returning her gla.s.s to the table.

”There is nothing to tell. Sat.u.r.day was the last and only time I will see him.”

”Good, you don't need to be seen with a person like that.” My father said in a matter of fact tone, like he had a say.

”He did look dangerous, Sir.” Christopher said adding fuel to the fire.

”You're not to see him again Olivia, are we clear?” My father snapped causing several people to turn their heads towards us.

”It doesn't matter who or what he is, I'm nineteen years old, you can't tell me who I can and cannot see.”

”Oh yes I can. You are obviously not smart enough to know what kind of people are not ok to be seen with. Stop thinking of yourself and think of your mother and I, for once.”

There it was.

It wasn't about my safety it was all about what people might think of them. Well screw them, they didn't get to tell me who I couldn't see and Jonah didn't either. Why did everyone think they could tell me what to do? And Jonah, who did he think he was telling me I couldn't be with him and what kind of guy I should have? I had given up trying to explain to my parents that it was up to me what I did with my life, so it was pointless going over it again; but Jonah I could show.

After dinner I was going dancing at Club Risk.

Chapter 6.

It was Sat.u.r.day night, the club was packed, the music was loud and I was in an extremely bad mood. I'd spent the better part of the day tracking down a shady CEO who owed Vinnie less than what I make in an hour at the club. But with Vinnie being Vinnie he couldn't let anything go, not even what was more or less change compared to the money I normally had to collect.

Joe was at the back door supposedly watching it but his eyes were on the dance floor. A look around showed that it wasn't just him; half the club was watching the dance floor.

A pet.i.te girl in a skimpy black dress was moving her body to the music in such a sensual way she had every man in the club thinking about s.e.x.

My mouth suddenly felt too dry and the tie around my neck too tight.

The girl slowly ran her hands up her sides, through her long thick hair and in to the air while swing her hips, her face turned to the right side of the club and her blue eyes. .h.i.t me like a punch in the chest.

Holy mother of G.o.d that wasn't just any girl, that was Olivia, my Olivia and she was showing every man in my club what it would be like to have s.e.x with her.

Ah h.e.l.l no.

Before I could make sense of what I was doing I was on the dance floor pus.h.i.+ng through the circle that had formed around her. The anger I was feeling must have been showing because I was pus.h.i.+ng and shoving but no one was saying a word.

Grabbing her upper arm her head snapped around and her eyes widened in shock.

Without a word I pulled her off the dance floor.

I was causing a scene. Joe had stepped away from the back door and two other bouncers were making their way over, but the only thing I could make sense of through the fog of rage was getting Olivia away from the dance floor and getting some freaking clothes on her that didn't show everything she had to give.

Once we were off the dance floor I spun Olivia to face me causing her to stumble slightly and her eyes to go unfocused.

G.o.ddammit she was underage drunk and practically offering s.e.x to the entire club on the dance floor, if I got through the next five minutes without popping a vein it would be a miracle.

Taking a deep breath I asked as calmly as I could, ”What are you doing Olivia?”

”You kept me waiting too long. I had to make my own entertainment.” She said pus.h.i.+ng her hands into the back of my hair that had me swallowing back a moan.

”Everything ok J?” Joe asked coming up behind Olivia.

Was I ok, let me think about that? h.e.l.l no, I wasn't sure if I wanted to yell at her or take her to the couch in my office.

”We have problem,” Denny said into my ear, ”Ben called, Kay's in trouble.”

Giving me a meaningful look he eyed Olivia up and down, then walked straight to the office without looking back.

f.u.c.k.

I had to leave the club and there was no way I was leaving Olivia underage, drunk and in that G.o.dd.a.m.n dress here with out me.

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