17. Distractions

~ ENRIQUE ~

“I don’t like the fact we have a royal in the cells.” Carlos sighs as he sips his mojito.

“Neither do I. The United Kingdom might be small, but they’re powerful. I don’t think we want to piss off the Lycan King.” Jose adds quietly, his voice blending with the thudding of the music in the club.

We’re down at Jewels because today had just been too fucking much, and I needed a break. But even while I’m here all I can think of is her.

Even Jose isn’t having any fun, which is not normal for him, but Carlos doesn’t make fun of either of us either. Seems no one is themselves today. Even my fucking wolf is irritating the fuck out of me with his restlessness.

We sit here staring, unseeing, at the distractions down below that seem to be rather dull tonight.

“She’s no royal in my eyes,” I reply arrogantly, thinking of the woman who reminds me of a princesa right out of a storybook with that hair and those curves.

“Yet you call her Princesa.” Jose mocks.

I exhale slowly, “Cabró