Extra dirty

Extra dirty
Damon laughed softly. “The car has been stopped for a few minutes.”
It was then that I realized that the engine had been turned off and we were, in fact, stopped. I felt a suffocating heat on my face as I wondered if anyone outside had heard me. It wasn't exactly quiet.
I got out from under Damon and hurried to compose myself.
“There's no hurry, Bailey . They'll wait as long as I want them to.”
When I looked back at Damon , the guy looked perfect. There was no trace of how I'd pulled his hair or that he'd choked on my cock. If it weren't for the buzz of pleasure still coursing through my veins, I might have convinced myself that I'd imagined it all.
“Asshole. “ I scowled at him as I opened the car door, only to hear his laughter as he stepped out of the vehicle. I blushed as I was met with the complicit smiles of Ackles and Bonnie .
“I see you scream very pretty “ said Bonnie , looking like a lethal shadow in her all black outfit.
“Too bad it's never for you,” I replied and walked past him. I wasn't going to let that maniac use me for fun.
A flash of blue appeared beside me and Ackles grabbed my arm. “You know, you shouldn't provoke him.”
“Well, how else am I supposed to get rid of him? I'd shoot him if I could, but I think I'd enjoy it.”

Ackles' silver eyes flashed mischievously. “Oh, you're beginning to get it.” I tried to let go of his arm, but he clung to me like a bright blue sloth. “Hanna , if you want my advice, the best way to disarm Bonnie is to ignore him. She loves attention and the more you give her, the more she'll play with you.”
I held my nose and took a deep breath. If I didn't escape, I was almost certain the Checov Mafia would kill me. “I need a drink.”
“You and me too, sweetheart.”  Ackles pulled me toward the bar and I sat down on one of the stools.
The bartender came over and looked me up and down. “Well, hello there beautiful, what can I get you?”
He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black bow tie and his dark blond hair was slicked back in a sleek bun. His warm brown eyes looked at me with a mischievous glint, and he had a straggly beard along his handsome jawline. He was tall and burly, and reminded me a bit of a teddy bear.
“I'll have a martini, please. Extra dirty.”
Ackles walked over, trying to get the bartender's attention. “I'll have the same, please, doll.”

The guy looked at Ackles and seemed to realize he wasn't alone. “Sure thing, Acheron. I'll be right up.” He turned to me with his hand outstretched. “I'm Jade , by the way.”
“Hanna “I said, returning her handshake.
“Let me get you those drinks. “ Then she winked at me and disappeared down the bar.
“Hanna , honey, don't look now, but I think the boss wants to kill the bartender “ Ackles said in a whisper.
“What?” I looked over my shoulder and Ackles was right. Damon was watching me with a gaze so intense that a shiver of fear ran down my skin. His eyes were dark under his eyebrows and the muscle in his jaw contracted. There was something thrilling about seeing Damon jealous. Something that made my blood tingle, just a little bit.
“Acheron?”
“Mmm?”
How much trouble do you think I'd get into if I tortured Damon ?
He leaned his elbow on the bar and rested his chin on his hand. “Depends on whether you want Jade to live. But I'm always up for causing trouble.”
Somehow, I didn't doubt it for a moment. Ackles radiated mischief. From the twinkle in his eyes to the mischievous curve of his lip. She wore a stunning midnight blue velvet jumpsuit covered in sequins. Her hair was a darker blue to match her outfit, and the gold eyeliner around her eyes seemed thicker and with more sparkle today.
I glanced back over my shoulder quickly and saw Damon watching Ackles from across the room. “I guess it's your turn to take care of me tonight?”
Ackles snorted. “I'd rather be here having cocktails with you than stuck in that meeting with the Council.”
“Are they horrible?”