Your siren, that’s fucking who.
It is like she was made for you.
Shaking my own thoughts from my head, my eyes follow Brianna’s movements as Alex steps in front of her, immediately moving with her.
My teeth grind, the bottle that was halfway to my lips for another swig pausing.
Motherfucker.
All my breath comes out in a rush as he spins her around, forcing her to face me, and skims his hands down her body.
Not needing any more invitation than that, Brianna leans back against him, resting her head on his shoulder and moving in time with the music.
My eyes lock on his hands possessively wrapped around her hips as if she’s his, and my temperature spikes.
Rolling my eyes up his arm, I pause at the bandage over his bicep but give it little thought. It’ll be the least of what he’s got to deal with if he gets too fucking handsy.
Alex is off his face, that much is more than obvious when I get to his eyes. They’re blown wide, telling me that he hasn’t just stuck to the potent cocktails Brianna has been delivering to everyone since way before I got here, if their levels of intoxication were anything to go by. Not that I can really comment. I started way earlier than I should have done today. And if it weren’t for me trying to do right by my sister, then I’d already be blacked out and locked in my flat alone in the hope another bottle of vodka might just be the key to making everything stop hurting so fucking much.
As if he can feel my burning stare, Alex’s eyes find mine over Brianna’s shoulder. But if he senses the warning, then he completely misreads it because he smiles wide at me. Motherfucker knows exactly what he’s doing.
Not in the mood to be tormented by one of my best friends, I push to my feet and storm toward the kitchen. I need more vodka after all. And that Molly in my pocket is calling my name.
I pull the baggie from my trousers, but movement across the room catches my eye before I can even take one out.
A flash of dark blonde hair and a mouth-watering arse have my legs moving before I know what I’m doing.
Anger surges through me, the bitter taste of betrayal right behind it.
Alex has barely noticed his dance partner has left. He’s already turned around and started dancing with Ant and Isla.
Fuck knows why we’re partying with a fucking Italian, but I figure I don’t have a lot of say in anything right now. I just need to turn up, plaster a fake smile on my face, and pretend I’m not falling apart one painful crack at a time.
Ant moves slowly, the beating he took at the hands of his leaders still causing him issues, but he doesn’t seem all that bothered by the pain as Isla wraps herself around him like a snake, Alex pressed in right behind her as the three of them laugh and enjoy themselves as if he belongs here.
With no one paying me any attention, I follow my deceitful siren toward Theo’s bathroom and slam my hand on the door a beat before it closes.
She shrieks in shock but quickly jumps back before the door hits her in the face.
But she doesn’t cower.
She never does.
No matter how much I might want her to get on her knees for me, she never will. Not in the submissive way I want, anyway. She always holds too much power for that.
Just like today, when she swiped the world from beneath me with just her mere presence.
No one should have that kind of power over me.
Ever.
If it were anyone else, I’d have stormed in there and dragged their lying, deceiving arse out by their hair. But this isn’t just anyone. It’s Brianna. My siren. And she fucking disarms me in a way that terrifies me. She makes me react to things in ways I never expect, ways I never have with anyone else.
“What do you want, Nico?” she sneers, her eyes sparkling with intoxication, making her a million times hotter than usual. Which really is saying something, because she’s smoking on her worst days.
Ignoring the fact that I’m standing here, and that the door is now wide open, she hooks her top up and undoes the button on her jeans as if she’s going to continue like I never stormed in.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I bark, my anger boiling over.