hanging from the ceiling. The bar along the side wall looked expensive, complete with a brass foot-bar and ornate carved pieces on the corners. The tables and chairs weren’t cheap and wobbly. No live band, but a nice sized dance floor and danceable music. Bethany had been right — it looked like the place to be.
Gen followed the group to the bar, got a drink, and the girls hit the dance floor.
Chapter Eight
Duke pulled his cellphone from his pocket with a silent groan. The guys wouldn’t be bothering him during the party unless there was another problem, and they’d had thirteen days without trouble. He was waiting until they made it fourteen days before he made his play for Gen.
Your little spitfire just got out of a limo with a bunch of other women. This isn’t their first stop. They’re wobbling and way too happy.
He read the text and his lips curled into a grin. She’d come to him.
He opened the picture, saw Gen with a bunch of women he didn’t recognize, and a few he did. He’d done his research on Tyler Hastings, so he recognized Hastings’ wife. He also recognized Sam Levi. Duke couldn’t be sure from the picture, but the limo driver looked like one of Aaron’s men, which made sense. A man like Tyler Hastings wouldn’t let his wife go out without someone to watch her back when she drank.
Two more pictures came through, showing the back and front of Gen’s very clingy dress. The damned thing went nearly to her knees. It had a high neck so there was no cleavage showing, but a circle of caramel flesh showed in the center of her back. The only skin he could see was from the knees down, plus her arms, face, and the spot on her back, and yet somehow, in her attempts at trying not to look sexy, she’d managed to look more interesting than her friends in skimpy outfits.
The slinky dress clung in all the right places, and he wanted to peel it off her. His wolf agreed. In fact, when she’d first called him Keith on this very lot, before they bought it, his wolf had already recognized her, it just took the man a few seconds longer to see the beautiful woman in front of him was the same girl he’d watched from a distance as a teen.
Duke told a few people he was going to head across the street for a walkthrough, thanked some he knew wouldn’t stay much longer for coming, and made his way towards the beautiful Genesis.
He considered his options on the way, and decided to sit back and watch her a while before making his move. With this in mind, he went in the back, up the catwalk, and sat on one of the lighting platforms near the ceiling.
He zeroed in on her right away, and a man had his arms around her, but Duke had spent some time on Frisco’s Facebook page, which led him to Cameron’s Facebook page and several thousand pictures. Gen was hanging out with her brother’s boyfriend, which was okay. He hoped.
The music changed, and Gen grabbed a very attractive redhead, and the two women danced provocatively with Cam. Duke’s cock grew hard watching his girl dance, but his temper was in danger of flaring and his wolf wanted to charge in and claim her right this second. Sure, she was drunk, but people were watching her. They didn’t know she was dancing with her brother’s gay boyfriend, they thought she was broadcasting how she’d be in bed.
Duke was standing up to go down and snatch her off the dance floor when a large man came from behind her and yanked her away from Cam and into his arms. She fought a few seconds, relaxed, waited for him to relax, and then took a step back. When the asshole tried to pull her back she leaned and twisted, and took him to the ground.
This happened in a matter of seconds, and Duke scanned the area, saw a prospect capable of handling the situation headed their way, so Duke stayed put so he wouldn’t miss anything. Sam Levi and Viv Hastings made it to Gen before the prospect. Viv put her foot on the guy’s balls, and Sam leaned down and