The Fire he Ignited in Me

Chapter 7

"This is a monumental moment boys," Bryan boasts to the guys on our team as we walk into line

before entering the club.

"Trent Smithfield is at the club."

Lucas, Cole, Jason, Hank, and Evan all laugh and watch my scowl with humor. I don't even have

Richard here to sit in the same place all night with because his wife doesn't want him in clubs.

"Yeah, happy birthday asshole," I grunt at Bryan.

We get in and all swarm around an open and mostly clean table.

A minute later, 21 shots are brought over and we all take three glasses of the unidentifiable

liquid.

"First to finish buys the next round," Cole says picking up his glass.

Not paying to be somewhere I don't want to be, I take a shot and then do the last two at the same

time, finishing right after Cole who got a head start.

"Ahh! Newbie pays!" Evan teases Lucas.

I smirk watching the blond kid try to squeeze through the swarmed bodies, at least until someone

catches my eye.

I jump out of my seat and say I'll be right back before following the flash of red hair I could have

sworn I saw.

Right... I stop and stare at the woman who's been captivating my thoughts with my heart slowly

dropping in my chest.

She's holding hands with who I assume to be her boyfriend as he also keeps a hand on her waist.

It's a sure sign telling me to stay away, but I follow closely behind anyway.

"That's a bea... Name," I hear the guy yell over the music.

Realizing he doesn't know her, I feel better, but still don't like seeing him with her.

The blood red dress clings to her curvy and petite body, just perfectly accenting everything I

want to see.

Well... Not EVERYTHING.

I know I should leave them to it, but I can't stand the thought of leaving this woman alone with a

stranger.

Maybe I'll just stay to make sure he doesn't do anything to her drink.

I'm grasping at straws to be near her. He'd have to be a fool to drug her drink.

"Hey, I lost," Lucas says bumping me with his elbow.

I look at him surprised before nodding.

"Yeah... Uh... I just came to tell you not to order three for me. I'll be the designated driver."

The kid smiles goofily before nodding.

"Alright man! Thanks. Taking one for team."

I nod and look back over at Annabelle who now sits in that fuckers lap. I grind my teeth and look

away in fear of confronting something that she's so clearly into. Maybe I misjudged how shy she

is. It looks to me as if she's more... Open than I thought.

"No man, I ordered 18 whiskey's."

I turn my attention back to Lucas who's shaking his head at the bartender.

The man behind the counter looks confused for a moment before taking the two glasses back.

"Right! Sorry. I should've remembered it was that couple who ordered the Vodquila. It's their

third round of it for heaven sakes! I'm new, obviously. Your orders coming right up."

My eyes trail after the bartender who stops infront of Anabelle and I frown deeply. Did he say

this was their third glass of Vodquila?

Shit. s**t! That f***s people up after one glass and Belle is small...

He's not drugging her. He's making her senseless!

Clenching my fist, I storm over to where my girl sits and lift her light as a feather body out of the

creeps lap and hold her up with my left arm before breaking her empty glass against the guys

head.

Anabelle gasps and squeezes my shirt tightly and I walk away from the gaping rubbernecks and

complaining bartender.

I make eye contact with the guys at my table who saw the whole thing, but nobody questions me.

They give me a nod as I walk out and I take Annabelle out of this godforsaken place and to

somewhere I know she'll be safe.

For once in my life, I'm glad I got dragged to the club.