GAGE

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Gage stayed at the table and I learned that the blonde boy's name is Nick and the black haired one is Tristan.

I prop myself up at the purple lit bar and the place we were in looked like a huge lobby lit with dark blue lights.

Gage didn't come with us and he didn't even pay attention to us leaving.

"How'd you meet our dandy friend, huh?" Nick asks, smiling next to me. Him and Tristan wore a full sleek suit and their beauty was indescribable.

I don't really know where to start. We didn't really meet properly. "How did you meet him?" I dodge the question. I saw him and he saw me. No real way of explaining it.

"That a good question, maybe because I came up with it." He has a dumb expression on his face. "So again, how did you meet Gage?" Nick repeats.

"I guess we kind of just saw each other and I started talking." I shrug.

"Enlighten me." Nick smirks. His quiffed hair and ocean blue eyes go hand and hand with his charm.

"There's nothing to enlighten." I laugh.

"Me! Enlighten me! Tell me the details." He begs.

"Why? Why do you want to know so badly?" I press.

Nick laughs, "It's just not usual for Gage to bring girls around here. He doesn't really... trust people, I guess."

"Around where?" I question.

"The only time he does bring girls around is when he's just using them when Rich makes us bring girls for our business meetings." He ignores my question.

"Who the hell is Rich?" I insist on knowing.

"He's our boss. He runs shit around here."

"Around where?" I raise my voice.

"Curiosity killed the cat." He raises his eyebrows and smiles.

"Is that right? Well I'm gonna kill you if you don't tell me." I joke.

"Try me." Nick adjusts his position on the stool to face me and he leans his chin on his hand, smirking. These boys and their damn smirks.

"Can we get this girl a shot?" Nick yells to the people making different drinks inside the ring shaped table.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I snicker.

"Only a little." He lets out a deep chuckle.

I groan, "So what actually is this thing?"

"Ask your boyfriend." Tristan sneers and him and Nick laugh.

"What makes you think he'll tell me?"

"So he is your boyfriend?" Nick remarks.

"No!" I hit my forehead with my hand, "He's... I don't even know what we are." I trail off. "So that Abriya girl... who is she?" I change the subject.

"A fucking bitch," Tristan says and Nick nods in agreement.

"She's," Nick pauses and leans into me, "An undercover."

"She works for Rich too. I heard that her pussy was too loose for her to be sold to Taylor's gang so they made her one of the U.C's." Tristan says lowly, "Last month, she was a hooker with red hair." Nick laughs along with Tristan.

The yellow tinted liquid sways in the small glass as the shot is placed in front of me. "Will someone please tell me what's going on?" I raise a brow before downing the sour shot. I scrunch up my face and pucker my lips when I taste the bitter shot.

"That was disgusting," I grimace. I guess I need it though, "Get me another." I beg and I grab Nick's arm.

He bites his lip and squints, putting his lips to my ear, "Don't get ahead of yourself, kitten."

I raise my eyebrows and smirk, "Then don't make me."

Another one is set in front of me and I swirl it around in the glass before throwing my head back and swallowing it.

"Come with me." Nick whispers and pulls me off the stool. He leads me to the restrooms and he locks the door behind us.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He breathes into my mouth and slams his lips into mine. He presses his body against mine and my back hits the wall.

His hand finds its way to one of the slits on the side of my dress, running it up my leg. Before he can do anything else with his hand, I stop him, "We should go back in case Gage comes and he thinks we're doing something."

"Well we are doing something." Nick smirks. That only lasted a few minutes, but it wasn't right. Gage kept crossing my mind.

"Aren't you supposed to be Gage's friend?" I ask, walking back towards the bar.

"Aren't you supposed to be Gage's girl?"

I want to protest, but he did call me that a few times so I don't know what to think.

"You sneaky motherfucker. Trying to get me tipsy so I would have sex with you. Well it almost worked. Almost." I smirk.

How did two shots put me on the edge so quickly. I didn't even know what I was doing.

We sit back down at the bar and Tristan is gone.

"Did you guys have fun?" I jump at the deep voice behind me.

Arms wrap around me, dragging me off the stool and towards the entrance. I look up and see Gage who shoves the door open.

He doesn't say anything until we get into his car. "Do you enjoy getting me angry?" He smirks.

"Why would you be angry?" I act dumb.

"Come here." He motions for me to come to him and I crawl over the dashboard, straddling him with no questions asked.

He leans forward and bites my lip, pulling it with his teeth as he leans his head back on his seat.

He roughly kisses me and pulls my hips closer to him. I repeat the action myself and grind against him, earning a deep throaty moan.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me come already." He stops my slow rhythm with his hands, "You're wet," he presses his fingers against my underwear, "I'll finish you when we get home." He gives me one last kiss before placing me back in the passenger seat