Chapter 115

Barrett

"That dude's hands aren't where they should be," Vaughn tells me as we sit next to each other at the bar. All the ladies are out on the floor dancing with Val, as she celebrates. 

"Who?" I don't see what he's talking about, even though I'm watching the girls, too.

"That dude standing behind Valentina. His hands are on her hips."

The way he's talking, it almost sounds like he has a claim, but unless there's something I haven't heard from either one of them, I'm confused. "She's celebrating her birthday. You should probably let her have a little fun."

"Yeah, but didn't y'all say she's sheltered, and this is the first fuckin' time she's worn shorts?" He works his jaw back and forth as he watches them.

I've known Vaughn long enough to realize this is close to getting dangerous with him. He'll throw punches and ask questions later. "Don't ruin her night. She hasn't done anything wrong." I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Nope she sure hasn't, but he fuckin' has."