7 Chapter 7: (1/2)

”Is this... a club?” I question out loud, surprised that their party was here and not at some c.o.c.ktail party like normal elites would have.

Not saying this wasn't good, h.e.l.l this may work even better than a dumb a.s.s c.o.c.ktail party.

”Yes. We, a.s.sa.s.sins hate to have formal parties. They are too boring that way so we go to clubs around the city and show off our skills on the dance floor.” Dylan answers me, his mouth so close to my ear that it made me feel strange.

Dylan was nice and he reminded me so much of my Barack, probably why I've grown more attached to him. However, I have to keep reminding myself that it's not him.

He's not my dead mate...

”Strange. I've never even been to a club. My mate and I met before I came to drinking age so I never had a reason to come to these places. Do they have straight whiskey?” I ask Dylan curious but Ian was quick to answer me this time.

”Yes, but they have lots of other things other than straight whiskey. They have margaritas, c.o.c.ktails, they even might have wine.” Ian notes as I looked at him like he was stupid.

”Do I look like a weak drinker, Ian?” I question a little harsher than I liked to but I didn't care. I was known for how much I could drink, flimsy drinks won't get me drunk quick enough.

”Well. No, I-”

”They have shots of vodka,” Andrew comments in the background making me scrunch up my nose.

Vodka makes me so l.u.s.tful whether you are the ugliest f.u.c.king person alive or not.

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Whiskey at least keeps me on my goal.

”I think I'll pa.s.s on vodka. That c.r.a.p makes me... a little too crazy.” I said vaguely but they immediately understood my words because they were shooting orders for vodka. ”You son of b.i.t.c.hes,” I growl under my breath when Dylan laughed and nudged my shoulder.

”Oh come on. You walked in that.” He points out which was true but I didn't think they'd be quick to take it out of context. Hopefully, I could hold my liquor well enough to remember my goal.

”Andrew!” A girl screams through the dancing crowds as he groaned and looked at the purple haired bimbo bouncing over to us. ”Oh, darling! How much I've missed you!” She chirps and flung herself onto Andrew's tall frame, practically hanging off him.

”Come on. Let's leave the lovebirds alone.” Dylan says, earning dark glares from Andrew when we left them both. Ian trailed behind us, unsure of what to do with the fact that Dylan's hand was on my lower back.

Great.

This may end badly.

We got to the bar before Dylan gave him an order for straight vodka again, Ian sat beside me but kept his gaze out to the dancing bodies. I wasn't sure how to remove myself from this situation but first thing was first.

I needed a drink.

”You said you have a mate? I'm guessing you want to return to him.” Dylan says, turning towards me when I sighed and looked down at my lap.

”He pa.s.sed away a few years ago, died protecting me and my children,” I told him quietly as his smile disappeared from his carefree face.

Tears p.r.i.c.kled at my eyes and I hated that they were making me feel like a normal person for once, my pack couldn't even do that for the seven months I was there. Yet I've only known these people for less than an hour and felt like they understood me far better than anyone since that accident.

”I'm sorry for-”

”I don't want your pity.” I quickly said with a strained smile. ”I just want a drink. Now.” I forced a laugh and rubbed at my eyes, trying to cover the fact that tears came to them.

”Alright then. We drink to your mate, Miss Nava.” Dylan's soft gesture made my heart tighten but the action made me smile happily.

”Okay.” I murmur under my breath as Dylan s.h.i.+fted his gaze on the bartender once again.

No one's ever offered to drink to my previous mate...

It feels nice to finally have him acknowledged by someone.

I felt a hand rested on my arm, giving a small squeeze as I glanced over at Ian giving me a small look of pain over his own eyes. That's when I finally realized that he had lost someone close to him, the thought making my defenses drop.

We are so much more similar than I originally believed...

”Here we go. One for Ian, one for me, and three for you.” Dylan handed us our drinks while I looked at him confused, Ian's hand disappearing from my arm to grab his gla.s.s.

”Three?” I question but grabbed one of the gla.s.ses.

”Yep. I want you to have fun for your mate, not live in his sorrow. For your mate, Miss Nava.” He nodded to Ian and me, clinking our drinks together and tipping his drink into his mouth. Ian followed suit, both of them looking unaffected by the drink as I sighed and brought to shot to my lips.

The burning liquid running down my throat before the next shot was pushed into my hands.

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”Do you know how much I f.u.c.king hate heels?” I question both of the men, messing with the shot gla.s.ses around me and glaring down at the shoes.

”If you don't like them, take them off,” Dylan says as I nodded and stabbed a finger into his shoulder.

”You're right. You f.u.c.kers wear heels and tell me how it feels.” I growl, removing my finger and holding it with my other hand. ”Ow. Your chest is hard.” I bluntly said making them laugh at me.

I reached down for the clasp of the heel, needing it off but knowing that I wouldn't have any balance if I were standing due to my drunkenness. My body leaned forward before falling onto Ian on accident.

”Oh G.o.d... Sorry.” I mumbled, pus.h.i.+ng away. The action only sent me nearly falling on the ground but thankfully Dylan grabbed my arm before I could fall. ”I'm such a clutz when drinking.” I hiccup with a small laugh that made Dylan smirk.

”You're totally wasted.” He simply says but doesn't look at all affected making me narrow my eyes.

”And you aren't!” I shout loud enough to draw a few eyes our way but it only made me laugh again.

”Alright. I am taking these d.a.m.n shoes off for you, Navalina. Hold still.” Ian grabbed one of my feet causing me to hit Dylan.

”Sorry.” I awkwardly patted his chest and tried pus.h.i.+ng away but my clumsiness only made me lean further into him.

”It's alright. Just let him take your shoes off.” Dylan chuckles, his voice sounding like Barack's for a split second making me lean into him more.

I didn't say anything, letting Ian take my heels off and Dylan baby me.

Both of the actions caused me to feel cared for and only made me more vulnerable.

But I didn't care.