Before my eyes could move to where her finger was pointing, a VIP dais that was medium-sized, across the club from us but had a spectacular elevated view of the room since it had at least five steps up, Sandrine was again powering through. But this time she was practically throwing people out of the way to do it.
This was because Nick Sebring was clearly visible up there. This was not a surprise, we met Nick here and Nick was almost exclusively and always here in his own VIP section.
My first thought, and I acted on it, was to scan the dais for Knight.
He was not there.
My second thought was that this was a bummer.
My third thought was to remind myself it wasn’t. He had someone beat up and lamented the fact he couldn’t do it himself. Sure, he did it for me and Landlord Steve was a jerk but he did it and that was scary.
My last thought was that I better get my booty in gear because Sandrine was riled and when Sandrine was riled this usually caused a scene.
Vivica had my last thought first and she was hurrying behind Sandrine in the futile hope of heading her off.
And it was futile.
Before I was even close and Vivica was twenty feet behind, Sandrine was up the steps to the dais and pushing past a bouncer who was looking behind him toward Nick to see if he had the all-clear for her entry. Sandrine, with years of experience, was adept at getting anywhere she wanted to go, past bouncers, security, to the front of lines, backstage, her ass at choice window tables in trendy eateries. You name it, she found her way to get it even if she had to use her toned muscles to do it.
Which she did now.
I watched Vivica follow and the bouncer didn’t turn back to see if he had the all-clear for Viv. He caught one look at Vivica’s rounded behind in her tight, turquoise dress and didn’t stop looking.
Seeing as he was distracted, this made it easy for me to get by him too.
Vivica was too late and I was woefully too late. I knew this the instant I hit the scene.
And I say woefully because Nick Sebring was not just a mammoth jerk.
Nick Sebring was scarier than his brother.
And I knew this because I interrupted Knight Sebring having a calming cigarette by intruding in his very personal space and helping myself to his phone. Even though he made his irritation clear, he ended up giving me a ride.
Nick, on the other hand, was done with Sandrine, her texts, her phone calls and her storming into his VIP section intent on making a scene and he’d chosen a terrifying way to communicate this to her.
And I knew this when I got to their side, opposite Vivica, got close and saw Nick had Sandrine by both upper arms. He’d jerked her so her body was against his, his face in hers and I knew his hold hurt because Sandrine’s beautiful face was twisted in pain.
“Nick, let me go,” she whispered, “you’re hurting me.”
“Am I gonna hear from you again?” he asked in a way I knew he was repeating himself.
“No,” she whispered.
“Had you, don’t want more, don’t want your shit,” he growled, still in her face and still clamped onto her. “Get me?”
“I get you.”
“Willin’ to make my point clearer, you even think you’ll have second thoughts,” he kept at it, pissed off in a way I didn’t think it would calm for a while and he had his hands on my friend so I got closer.
“Nick, please, let her go. She’ll be cool. I promise. Just let her go and we’ll be out of here,” I said loudly to be heard over the music but also softly in order to let him know I meant what I said.
Nick’s head turned to me and it took a lot but I didn’t quail.
Yep, definitely scarier than his brother. Knight Sebring had control. Nick Sebring absolutely did not.
“Nick, please, I promise, no more. Let me go. You’re hurting me.” That was Sandrine in a tortured plea but Nick’s eyes were on me and he didn’t let her go. He held on and held my eyes.
“You want me to let this bitch go?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I answered immediately.
“Then make sure this bitch gets the f**k outta here but you stay and have a drink with me,” Nick replied and my stomach clenched.
“No, let her go and we’re all outta here,” Vivica entered the conversation but Nick didn’t tear his eyes from me even as he gave Sandrine a shake. I heard her whimper so I knew either the shake had scared her or his hold had tightened.
“You gonna let me buy you a drink?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “Absolutely.”
“Anya,” Vivica said low.
“Let her go,” I said to Nick.
Nick looked back at Sandrine, pulling her up to her toes so she was nose-to-nose with him and visibly wincing.
“Bitch, I don’t see you, I don’t hear from you, I don’t even f**kin’ smell you,” he growled then pushed her off, hard.
She staggered back on her four and a half inch sandals that I knew she’d return in the next week because they cost six hundred dollars, something she couldn’t afford. Vivica shot to her to catch her from falling.
I did too but I came up short when a hand clamped around the inside of my elbow.
My neck twisted so I could look at Nick who now had a hold of me.
“Drink,” he clipped.
My stomach in knots, my heart beating wildly, I nodded.
“Anya!” Vivica yelled and I looked to her even as Nick started to turn me to the back of the dais where there was a long, plush, raspberry colored booth seat.
“I’m good!” I yelled back. “Go! Just a drink and I’ll text you when I’m out.”
Vivica’s eyes went from me to Nick to another bouncer who was hovering that I hadn’t noticed until then and finally her eyes came back to me.
“We’ll be at the bar!” she shouted.
“You’re with that bitch, you’ll be in the f**kin’ street!” Nick shouted back, still dragging me. “You lose her, you stay up here.”
No. I didn’t want Vivica anywhere near there.
“Go!” I yelled.
Vivica held my eyes as she held Sandrine in the curve of her arm, a Sandrine who was now crying and staring at me, fear in her face. I lost sight of them when Nick let go of my elbow, slid an arm along my waist and turned me to face the direction he was taking me.
Crap. Crap. CRAP!
God, Sandrine.
Seriously, some day that girl was going to be the death of me.
Right. A drink. I could have a drink with Nick.
Crap.
He sat us down, him too close to me and immediately his eyes went across the dais and his mouth opened up to clip a loud, “Yo!”
This was because Nick Sebring was clearly visible up there. This was not a surprise, we met Nick here and Nick was almost exclusively and always here in his own VIP section.
My first thought, and I acted on it, was to scan the dais for Knight.
He was not there.
My second thought was that this was a bummer.
My third thought was to remind myself it wasn’t. He had someone beat up and lamented the fact he couldn’t do it himself. Sure, he did it for me and Landlord Steve was a jerk but he did it and that was scary.
My last thought was that I better get my booty in gear because Sandrine was riled and when Sandrine was riled this usually caused a scene.
Vivica had my last thought first and she was hurrying behind Sandrine in the futile hope of heading her off.
And it was futile.
Before I was even close and Vivica was twenty feet behind, Sandrine was up the steps to the dais and pushing past a bouncer who was looking behind him toward Nick to see if he had the all-clear for her entry. Sandrine, with years of experience, was adept at getting anywhere she wanted to go, past bouncers, security, to the front of lines, backstage, her ass at choice window tables in trendy eateries. You name it, she found her way to get it even if she had to use her toned muscles to do it.
Which she did now.
I watched Vivica follow and the bouncer didn’t turn back to see if he had the all-clear for Viv. He caught one look at Vivica’s rounded behind in her tight, turquoise dress and didn’t stop looking.
Seeing as he was distracted, this made it easy for me to get by him too.
Vivica was too late and I was woefully too late. I knew this the instant I hit the scene.
And I say woefully because Nick Sebring was not just a mammoth jerk.
Nick Sebring was scarier than his brother.
And I knew this because I interrupted Knight Sebring having a calming cigarette by intruding in his very personal space and helping myself to his phone. Even though he made his irritation clear, he ended up giving me a ride.
Nick, on the other hand, was done with Sandrine, her texts, her phone calls and her storming into his VIP section intent on making a scene and he’d chosen a terrifying way to communicate this to her.
And I knew this when I got to their side, opposite Vivica, got close and saw Nick had Sandrine by both upper arms. He’d jerked her so her body was against his, his face in hers and I knew his hold hurt because Sandrine’s beautiful face was twisted in pain.
“Nick, let me go,” she whispered, “you’re hurting me.”
“Am I gonna hear from you again?” he asked in a way I knew he was repeating himself.
“No,” she whispered.
“Had you, don’t want more, don’t want your shit,” he growled, still in her face and still clamped onto her. “Get me?”
“I get you.”
“Willin’ to make my point clearer, you even think you’ll have second thoughts,” he kept at it, pissed off in a way I didn’t think it would calm for a while and he had his hands on my friend so I got closer.
“Nick, please, let her go. She’ll be cool. I promise. Just let her go and we’ll be out of here,” I said loudly to be heard over the music but also softly in order to let him know I meant what I said.
Nick’s head turned to me and it took a lot but I didn’t quail.
Yep, definitely scarier than his brother. Knight Sebring had control. Nick Sebring absolutely did not.
“Nick, please, I promise, no more. Let me go. You’re hurting me.” That was Sandrine in a tortured plea but Nick’s eyes were on me and he didn’t let her go. He held on and held my eyes.
“You want me to let this bitch go?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I answered immediately.
“Then make sure this bitch gets the f**k outta here but you stay and have a drink with me,” Nick replied and my stomach clenched.
“No, let her go and we’re all outta here,” Vivica entered the conversation but Nick didn’t tear his eyes from me even as he gave Sandrine a shake. I heard her whimper so I knew either the shake had scared her or his hold had tightened.
“You gonna let me buy you a drink?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “Absolutely.”
“Anya,” Vivica said low.
“Let her go,” I said to Nick.
Nick looked back at Sandrine, pulling her up to her toes so she was nose-to-nose with him and visibly wincing.
“Bitch, I don’t see you, I don’t hear from you, I don’t even f**kin’ smell you,” he growled then pushed her off, hard.
She staggered back on her four and a half inch sandals that I knew she’d return in the next week because they cost six hundred dollars, something she couldn’t afford. Vivica shot to her to catch her from falling.
I did too but I came up short when a hand clamped around the inside of my elbow.
My neck twisted so I could look at Nick who now had a hold of me.
“Drink,” he clipped.
My stomach in knots, my heart beating wildly, I nodded.
“Anya!” Vivica yelled and I looked to her even as Nick started to turn me to the back of the dais where there was a long, plush, raspberry colored booth seat.
“I’m good!” I yelled back. “Go! Just a drink and I’ll text you when I’m out.”
Vivica’s eyes went from me to Nick to another bouncer who was hovering that I hadn’t noticed until then and finally her eyes came back to me.
“We’ll be at the bar!” she shouted.
“You’re with that bitch, you’ll be in the f**kin’ street!” Nick shouted back, still dragging me. “You lose her, you stay up here.”
No. I didn’t want Vivica anywhere near there.
“Go!” I yelled.
Vivica held my eyes as she held Sandrine in the curve of her arm, a Sandrine who was now crying and staring at me, fear in her face. I lost sight of them when Nick let go of my elbow, slid an arm along my waist and turned me to face the direction he was taking me.
Crap. Crap. CRAP!
God, Sandrine.
Seriously, some day that girl was going to be the death of me.
Right. A drink. I could have a drink with Nick.
Crap.
He sat us down, him too close to me and immediately his eyes went across the dais and his mouth opened up to clip a loud, “Yo!”
