Gangsta Mate (A werewolf/gangster romance)

LENNOX HALE

Loud, blaring music. Drunk, swaying crowd. Bright, blinking lights. Wild, sweating bodies. I belonged here. I was loud, drunk, wild and sweating. I was getting hot like on fire and there seemed to be no water around to extinguish me. I was burning. I am always burning.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to wait till after midnight, Lex! You win.” Shailene shouted over the music. Kinda expected from my ever-the-horny friend. She was grinding against some tall guy, who had his face buried in her neck and hands underneath her dress.

“I knew it. You and abstinence! It's a like druggie without crack. Remember, you owe me a 100 bucks and your red heels! Enjoy this bloody night, loser. ” I shouted back, smiling deviously. The guy grinding behind me growled an approval. What is his name? Wait, what does he look like? I look over my shoulder at an unknown blonde with a lustful look in his eyes. Oh well, at least he’s hot.

Shay gave me a middle finger and turned to face the guy she was grinding against and whispered something in his ear. The look on his face was like he had won a lottery. And in some ways he had. Shailene had platinum blonde waves reaching her waist, deep forest green bedroom eyes that promised satisfaction and lush red lips that were hard to ignore. She is pretty giving as well, if you know what I mean. Shay mouthed ‘later’ to me as she led the guy somewhere, probably someplace private. She doesn’t mind getting it on in public but the club owner had threatened to throw us out if he caught us doing it in public. He was already pretty suspicious of our IDs being fake, which they were. Ha, in the face of that slowpoke.

“So, want it here? Or my car? It’s an SUV, so we will have enough space.” The guy behind me whispered seductively. I almost nodded. But I needed a drink first. The delirium of drunkenness always helps me get loose.

“Wait here for a moment.” I turned and seductively ran a finger across his chest. “I’ll get a drink and after that we’ll get to your car.” My finger stopped right at the waistband of his pants. The guy nodded almost instantly, the lust apparent in his eyes. Such whores. I almost laughed, the irony of it was not lost on me. There was nothing to deny. Me and Shailene were here every other night, so might as well accept the truth. At least I didn’t take money for it, though the guys later looked like I made it worth it. Considering, they never noticed how young I was.

I pushed through raving bodies and sat on a stool. “The usual, Mike.” The barman smiled at me and got to work. Mike was so used to us, he didn’t even check our IDs anymore. Though I’m pretty sure he knew the truth and that’s what made him cool. Mike passed me my drink as someone settled beside me.

“Get me something strong.” He had a deep, husky voice. I looked – more like, studied, and mentally undressed- at him from the corner of my eye. I almost choked on my drink. He was very hot.  Suddenly hot felt less, I needed a hotter word. He had a hard, angular face with sharp cheekbones that seemed to be chiseled out of marble. Silky raven-black hair fell over his face nearly covering his eyes that made you want to run your fingers through them. Soft, kissable lips pulled back in a frown and there were hints of stubble around his strong jaw. Damn, he is handsome.

“Hey,” I said, drawing my words out sultrily. Okay, I’m a slut. Now go judge someone else.

He ignored me and started a staring competition with his tabletop as he took a sip from his glass. Maybe he didn’t hear me over the loud music.

“Hey.” I said more loudly. I noticed he was drinking something alike my drink. “Don’t drink that if you want to spend your night stoned out. People here won’t mind taking advantage of you.” Like me.