Chapter 4

The bar was dark or maybe it was just my eyes being puffy from crying. I had to make sure Roberts didn’t follow me because he had insisted that the bar was too rough and dangerous for someone of my status—I knew he meant to say personality.

Well I didn’t care anymore.

If my husband and best friend could join forces and betray me, why should I care? I sauntered over to the bartender and flashed a smile.

“Vodka please” I said and he stared at me, tilting his head to the side.

“You alright miss?” He said in a British accent and I rolled my eyes.

“Give me the damn drink” I snapped, and he nodded and pulled out a glass and vodka bottle. I grabbed the bottle and the glass.

“I’ll pay for the bottle, be ready to give me more if I ask” I said and he stared at me in surprise. I guess it wasn’t everyday he got a female customer in an expensive dress demanding for a drink like a sailor.

Not that I care……at least not now.

I headed over to a dark corner and settled down. A lot of interested eyes followed me, men licking lips, some were openly staring which made me wonder why Jason would ever do that to me. For a moment the emotions came flooding back and my eyes watered.

No, no. No tears

I sucked in my breath and cocked open the bottle pouring a glass of vodka in the glass cup and chugged it down my throat. I gritted my teeth a bit as the sharp taste filled my senses and I sighed. My head felt a bit light and the chatter around me suddenly felt dim.

Good.

This felt like peace, I poured a glass again and raised it to my lips.

“Miss” someone with another British accent called and I sighed..wonderful, now I was being admired by British men, why are they so much here anyway or was my head playing tricks with me.

“Yes Brit” I said and he smiled, he wasn’t bad looking but not handsome either and his eyes were a rough blue and from his face I could tell he was a proper hooligan, but for some reason, or rather for a reason I didn’t seem to care.

“Can I sit?” He asked indicating to the chair across mine and I grinned at him.

“Of course Blud” I said faking an accent, “You can” 

He smiled at me as he sat and poured himself a drink without permission and I just smiled.

“Vodka” he said simply, inhaling before drinking. “Good drink”

“Yes it is” I said, sipping mine. I stared at him, “Why are you here?” I said, I never would have asked bluntly on a normal day but things weren’t normal with me right now.

“You’re beautiful, sexy, everything a man wants” he answered simply and I chuckled bitterly.

“Everything a man wants?” I said, trying so hard not to be hysterical, “Are you fucking with me?” I said dangerously close to annoyance—not at him but for everything that’s happened.

He leaned forward and not even backing down.

“Yes, I would fuck you now if you would let me” he said and at first anger was my reaction, then I was reminded of my loyalty to Jason but I stopped. Why should I remain loyal to the man who had no right to deserve my loyalty? Why should I even refuse a man who really wanted me, thug or not? And this was my chance to forget all that had happened, maybe sex is all I need.

“Alright” I said with a drunk grin as I took another sip, the drink going straight to my head.

“Alright?” He echoed and I smiled at him, suddenly happy…..the damn drink.

“Alright, I’ll let you do it, what’s your name?” I said and he raised a brow then he grinned.

“Good girl. The name’s Tom” he said, he stood and pulled me up. He started to lead me upstairs but suddenly our path was blocked by a…

Oh my God was I seeing things.

The man in front of us was tall, maybe six foot eight, his green eyes looked like a mini stormy sea. He was well built and there was his face, in my drunken state I could register it but I was very well aware of how handsome he was….very handsome.

“I want that one….” I slurred and the man in front of us, frowned.

“She’s drunk mate, let her be” his voice was soothing deep and I closed my eyes as it ran through my bones.

“Why, so you can fuck her yourself?” Tom asked and the man in front of us didn’t even react.

“No, not like you Tom, like I said…Fuck off” he said and Tom scowled gripping my hand or tight it hurt.

“Or what?” he growled and the other man laughed. He reached for his waistband and Tom’s eyes widened and he dropped my hand, and raised his.

“Whoa I am sorry mate” he said backing up, “I’ll leave now”

“Scot” the man said and Tom ran off. He watched Tom go then he turned to me.

“Hey baby” I flashed a grin and he didn’t even smile back, he picked me up in his arms and headed outside the pub.

I groaned and thrashed in his arms, “Hey my drink, I need it please” I said and he shook his head.

“No”

“Please” I begged, near tears. “You don’t understand, I need it or……” I stopped and his green eyes suddenly rested on mine and even in my bold drunken state I looked away suddenly shy.

“Or…?”

“Or I’ll remember” I said and he nodded. I could see in his eyes that he knew what I was talking about or had an idea.

“Alright let’s take you home” he said and I stared at him in surprise.

“Home?” I asked and he dropped me in the backseat of his car.

“Shhh” he said and without warning covered my face with a bandana, I felt myself going weak and my eyes widened.

“You…..” I started and he pressed harder and suddenly I went limp.

“Night night” he said before my world went dark.