Mind Control

Drinks

Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long updating, I had writers' block :P Anywyas, hope you enjoy this chapter!

I can feel the eyes on us as we walk into the casino. Drew's arm is around my waist protectively.

"You said you wanted to get piss drunk?" Ary said, smiling. "Your wish is my command,"

She pulls me away from Drew and I wave goodbye. We're sipping on drinks and chatting when Declan and Justin come up to us.

"I thought you had work?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

"I do," Declan smiles. "I have to deal with a few business deals tonight, but I'm still up for a drink,"

"That's the spirit! Join in on the fun!" I laugh.

"Ary, how many drinks has she had?" Justin asks, looking concerned.

"Five or six," she replies.

"Oh stop looking so worried, I can hold my alcohol," I wave them off. "Me being drunk would work to your advantage anyways,"

"How so?" Declan asks, looking confused.

"Because I'll be quiet and pretty,"

"Lydia, I didn't mean it like that," Justin sighs.

"To hell, you didn't! You told me to not disrespect you in front of others and to not tease you and basically to not be naturalaround you," I snap. "Hey, you, get me two shots, and make them strong,"

"Lydia, don't do this," Justin warns. I flip him off.

"Guys, that's enough," Declan interrupts. "Lydia, that gesture was very rude and unacceptable in an environment where we are being watched by people from outside our organization. Justin, you cannot control her or order her around, regardless of your position. Apologize, both of you, and in the future be sure to respect each other,"

I take one shot and then another. I get up and lean into Justin. "I'm sorry I decided to have a mind of my own,"

I leave a rather dumbfounded Justin behind in search of Drew. I see him in the middle of a poker game, and I don't want to interrupt, so I decide to go outside for some fresh air.

I'm almost out of the casino when a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me back, wrapping around my waist.

"You're supposed to be with one of us, you know. Don't go off alone," a familiar voice whispers in my ear. Riley.

"I'll do what I want. Don't make me hurt you," I snap. "I can handle myself, and I'm only going for a walk,"

He lets me go, and walks away, but not before shooting me a worried glance. I head outside and take a deep breath of the cool night air.

What has gotten into me? I'm just so irritated tonight, and I'm getting mad at those trying to protect me. Well, trying being the operative word. I don't see how I can get hurt. My phone has a tracker in it, as do the shoes. There are people driving around, so it's not like I'll be dragged into an old street. Plus, its the Vegas strip! It's filled with people, and trying to hurt or kidnap me would cause too big of a commotion.

I walk down the strip, when suddenly, a hand shoots out and punches me, knocking me out.