Rampage (A Night Fire Novel Book 4) Page 2

  “Sounds like someone wants dinner. What do you want to eat?”

  “Something.” I groaned as I rubbed my stomach.

  “What's number three on the list?”

  I pulled it out as we approached the counter, Seph had her card out before I could even search for my wallet. Saying nothing I searched out number three on the list. I must have really been hammered, I don't know why I thought I wanted this. This was going to be painful, I could imagine me crying out with blubbering eyes.

  “Get a tattoo.”

  “Hmm. Maybe dinner first, yeah?”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  With our fresh new hairdos we were on our way, trying to navigate the streets with a tourist map. I had said that we should get a cab but Seph said that the exercise would do us good.

  We found a restaurant, as recommended by the hairdresser. It was a little out of the way but she said it was worth it. The walls were a rich gold and black damask wall paper, black leather booths lined the walls, dozens of tables and leather chairs scattered throughout the floor in front. The cutlery was a heavy silver, the plates white with gold trim. At least there wasn't any crystal glasses. Just glass. Music played softly as a background noise, not as entertainment. I was surprised that the restaurant would serve us, it did seem a bit posh in here and Seph and I looked like we had been playing with food coloring.

  The meal was amazing and the three margaritas were as well. That was the beginning of item number four. Get hammered. As we finished off the last of our drink, I crossed out number two.

  Seph took the list and scrutinized it, passing it back with a grin.

  “Did you want to go and get number three out of the way tonight or maybe tomorrow? We could find a bar and do number four if you like.”

  “Yeah, number four.” I grinned like a child let loose in a candy store.

  Seph decided that she wanted to hit the sidewalk rather than getting a cab yet again. My feet were killing me already but I said nothing. She was right, it was a great night to be outside. The evening was refreshing and the sun had only just started to set. Seph wrapped her arm around my neck and dragged me in for a hug, taking a photo of us.

  The three margaritas were making me feel very happy, I felt like I had loosened up a little and was ready to take on Las Vegas.

  On our path towards god only knows where we happened upon a tattoo parlor. The big blaring neon on the darkened path attracted me like a moth to a light. I'm pretty sure I heard the light hum to me, get inked in here Harmony.

  I stopped and stared at the store front. This I could do. It wasn't difficult. Everyone was getting tattoos these days, it wasn't something that had a stigma attached to it any more.

  No, I couldn't do it. It hurt. Thousands of needles that would dig into my skin and mark me permanently. I peered at Seph with her raised eyebrow as she folded her arms and impatiently tapped her foot.

  Would she relent on the list? Unlikely. She said that I had to complete everything on the list and there would be cruel and unusual punishments if I failed.

  My heart thudded hard, her patience was slowly fading as her eyes narrowed at me.

  I could do this, I could get something small and it would be over and done with. It would leave us to carry on with the rest of the night without an issue.

  Taking in a deep breath I grabbed Seph by the wrist.

  “Aw, hell. Come on.”

  Then I dragged her into the shop with the hope that I didn't pass out from the pain.

  Chapter Two

  Seph had already picked out a tramp stamp and had managed to get herself onto a chair straight away. I however was still undecided. Wandering around the little waiting area, I gazed at the pictures on the wall trying to find something I would like. It didn't have to be much in fact, I would prefer something small so that I could continue the night elsewhere. I didn't want to hang around a tattoo parlor all night getting some fancy intricate bit of nonsense. I wanted to continue with the list. Especially item number six. That one I was looking forward to.

  The walls were covered in sheets of A4 paper, dozens of little pictures on each of them. The room was bright, it appeared really sterile which I was grateful for. The lights above hummed, occasionally one flickered. Beside me was a large glass window, in it that flashing neon light tattoos open 24 hours. People wandered past, laughing and chatting. Everyone seemed happy in Vegas.

  Eventually I decided on a silhouette love heart that was dripping two little drops from the tip of the heart, on my left wrist. Seph had finished by the time I was ready, the man putting a bandage over her new ink. The fellow that would be doing mine ushered me over to the other chair, setting everything up.

  The doorbell dinged as two guys walked in, the man that had done Seph's tattoo greeted them in a friendly manor, almost as if he knew them. One of them sat in the seat next to mine, the other held back in the waiting area.

  “Hey.” he said as nodded at me.

  “Uh hey.”

  Damn, this guy is hot. Super freaky hot. His black T-shirt was tight across his firm body, a Ramones shirt. Everyone wears Ramones shirts, it should be a religion. Jeez. The jeans he was wearing were worn, a few rips, fraying at the bottom. And docs, the man wore docs. I loved the shoes and wanted to get a pair for myself but the whole 'good girl' thing that had been thrust upon me didn't allow for army boots.

  “What are you getting done?”

  Those sparkling green eyes stared at me, waiting for me to respond, a cheeky smirk crossed his face.

  “Love heart.”

  “Cute.” he chuckled.

  Then he took his shirt off and fuck me, it hit me like I had fallen off the chair. It wasn't just the fact that he was beyond ripped, it was the tattoos, so many of them. His back was covered the most, slowly making his way to the front that was like a blank canvas. Gorgeous wasn't enough to describe him.

  He took the shirt off in a very sexy way. I didn't think that it was possible, but he did. I thought that I might have needed to wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth, the show was that good. His hair was all over the place from the shirt being dragged over it, scruffy worked well on him. He leaned back into the seat and ran his hand through his hair, flicking it back off his face. It was black, jet black and it looked like there was a little bit of blue hidden among it too.

  I tried to be a big brave girl when the man started to do the tattoo. After all, Seph had already done hers, and this guy beside me had a shit load on him. It wouldn't be that bad, would it?

  “Have you been inked before?”

  I shook my head, obviously the panic was showing in my face.

  “Relax, it's all good.” he grinned that cute cheeky smirk.

  Damn. It was enough of a distraction that at first I didn't notice the man had started. Of course, that bliss didn't last too long and seconds later, I knew the tattoo artist was there. I bit my bottom lip, trying not to curse at him or his evil gun of pain.

  Mister green eyes next to me chuckled as he sat there, almost ignoring the man that was finishing off some tribal thing on his shoulder. It felt like an eternity had passed, although it was probably half an hour at the most. Somehow, mister green eyes had managed to finish before me. When I was released from the chair of torture I found Seph talking to the two guys in the waiting area.

  “Hey, these guys are going to show us a great bar.”

  “Okay, great.”

  We walked out onto the street, the cool of the evening was refreshing against my flamed cheeks. Seph and the blonde guy were a few steps ahead of us. Every now and then Seph would laugh and I'd catch him smiling. Jeez Louise, I could see where that was going to end.

  My attention turned to the man walking beside me, he matched me for height even with my boots.

  “Evan.” He grinned at me.

  God damn, will that ever get old? Unlikely.

  “That's Jaxon.”

  The blonde friend turned back and nodded his head with a soft smile.

/>   “Harmony.”

  “That's an interesting name.” he murmured as he glanced down at the sidewalk.

  “Yeah. No key tags for me.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, Evan's a bit of a hard one too. Parents eh.. what can ya do?”

  As we approached the bar, I could hear the music, there were a large line of motorcycles sitting outside the front door. Jaxon pushed the blue wood door open and we all followed him in. The bar was poorly lit but strangely I felt comfortable. There were a few people in here, all of them drinking and chatting among themselves. I didn't feel out of sorts in my jeans and sleeveless shirt, my bizarre hair. In fact, I looked like I was meant to be in here. It was a huge difference from what I was used to. Hollywood parties, the upper crust of society, money unlimited.

  But here, I was with the common man and I felt at peace for once. These people were relaxed and happy and in turn it made me relax. It made me realize how shallow my life had been. How out of touch I was. But what was I going to do about it?

  We sat at a round booth table, of course Seph sidled up to Jaxon. She had staked her claim and as I watched her giggling I knew that I was right when I thought about how this would end. Jaxon was checking out her hair, he probably thought it was strange too. The waitress brought over four beers and left without even getting payment. Huh. Maybe they have a tab here or something.

  “So you from around here?”

  “LA.”

  “Ah.” Evan said taking a sip of beer. “Phoney town.”

  “Where are you from?”

  “Here.”

  “Ah.” I cheekily returned. “Sin city.”

  He smirked as he took another sip. It got a little hot in here. Or maybe it's just me. Maybe it's mister freaking hot that's making me fluster. I glanced across the table, Jaxon already whispering in Seph's ear. Man, he works fast. Then again, I'm pretty sure Seph has a big blinking light somewhere on her body that says open for business. Jaxon had his arm around the back of Seph's neck, his other hand was somewhere out of view. One could only imagine its location. Gross. She giggled as he said something in her ear again and I wondered if I needed to put the big blinking light out to get that kind of attention.

  Time passed with a drunken blur, the beer bottles starting to pile up. The waitress seemed rather disinterested with clearing the table, instead she would swing past on occasions and leave four more beers and then continue on her way again. I mindlessly wondered if she had a phobia about clearing the tables.

  Jaxon and Seph had left the table to make a selection at the jukebox, picking a song that I had never heard before. Curiously I turned to Evan who grinned with a slight chuckle, watching them as they returned.

  Seph had a mighty big grin on her face, one which I could not figure out. It was like she had some kind of personal joke going, one that Evan and Jaxon understood. Maybe I was too drunk to figure it out. It was possible.

  The table was crammed with beer bottles, all of them empty. It would have had to have been somewhere around nine, ten pm. I had no clue, tapping my wrist at my drunk sister, she pulled her phone out of her bag and said it was ten thirty. Then she proceeded to take a photo with a wry smile on her face.

  “Let's go and scratch off number five.” she said with too much delight.

  “What do you mean number five?” Jaxon frowned.

  “Harmie has a list, kind of like a, 'my life's shit and these are the things I want to do' list.”

  Evan gazed at me, pursing his lips together with a smile.

  “So far we have scratched off three, in the process of number four and can continue it while we do number five.”

  “Number five?” Evan asked curiously.

  “Dancing.”

  Chapter Three

  I wasn't sure if Evan and Jaxon would follow us to a night club. They didn't seem the type to dance. However, I was wrong. Really wrong. Not only did they follow us, but they joined us on the dance floor. And boy, could they move. I had always tried to be a person that would never judge a book by the cover, but clearly I had been. I naturally assumed that they wouldn't or couldn't dance by the way that they dressed. Bad boys. Ripped jeans, tight shirts, piercings, tattoos, hair that looked like they rolled out of bed and did nothing else.

  The music was loud, the dance beat booming across the dance floor. At the back of the room there was a DJ scratching out the thunderous beat. The bar lined one wall and on the other wall was a few high tables and bar stools. Overhead was a balcony that circled the entire floor except over the DJ. There was a glass floor there. Charming. On the balcony were more tables and chairs, wait staff mindlessly serving customers. The only light came from a vast wall behind the bar that lit up the alcohol bottles, a faded blue tone and the flickering of the strobe lights. Hanging down from the ceiling was strands of crystal or glass, I don't know, something. The strobe light flickered through them, bouncing off them and around the room. It looked amazing.

  It was on the dance floor, packed in between the hot and sweaty bodies that I was able to get close to Evan. So close that his hands found their way around my body. Mister green eyes has a new name, octopus. Not that I cared. This would help in crossing off item number six. Get laid. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hand found its way to my backside and pulled me against him.

  The music pounded heavily as the people danced around us, both of us had stopped dancing.

  In those few seconds, it was like we were the only people in the room, he leaned down and kissed me. It had started off as slow and sweet, then it turned heavy and needful. This guy was a great kisser. I wasn't one to kiss and tell, but I could tell the difference between those who knew what they were doing and those who lacked skill. He was, without any doubt, definitely not the latter. He gently tugged on my bottom lip as he pulled out of the kiss, leaving me wanting more.

  Several hours must have passed as we danced, drank and kissed a whole lot more. We were at one of the tables, resting for a brief moment. I was on a stool, Evan was in between my legs, one hand wrapped around my waist. His fingers were nestled under the band of my jeans, the other hand held a firm grip around his beer. When he was done with it, he found my neck, kissing and gently nibbling. His other hand finding its way under my shirt.

  My head was swirling with alcohol and lust. The smell of his aftershave, the beer, the sweat. It was driving me crazy. My back was to the wall as we kissed, it was getting heavier by the second. Evan was nearly on the seat with me, pushing me back into the wall. His hand got higher and higher and then found its way under my bra. I groaned in the kiss as his fingers toyed with my nipple.

  Far out, this man has the magic touch. We were rudely interrupted by my sister who was wanting to go to the restroom. I groaned as I got off the stool, dragged around the corner by my pain in the ass sibling.

  The restroom was glaringly white. White tiles, white walls, white vanity. It appeared clean and sterile. A little bland, but it served its purpose. The long fluorescent lights over the vanities were the brightest white light I had ever seen and in between each of them was an ultraviolet light. The same was over the toilets. Huh. Strange.

  “What's with the ultraviolet lights?”

  “Stops the druggos.” Seph murmured as she washed her hands. “We're going to move this on, yeah?”

  “Sure.”

  She puckered her lips at the mirror as she reapplied her make up. A group of women walked into the room.

  “Oh my god, are you..?”

  Okay so I guess the change of hair color wasn't going to help me hide.

  “Do you mind if you?” she asked as she held out her phone to Seph.

  “Yeah sure.”

  She passed her phone to Seph, all of them gathering around me. I didn't mind this side of fame, if they were nice about it. It was the rude ones or the crazies that did my head in. Seph took the photo and grinned at me.

  “Thanks.” she gushed.

  “No probs.”

  I flicked my head to Seph, trying to
mentally communicate to her that I wanted to go. Powers of telepathy... failed.

  “So how long you in Vegas for?”

  “Couple of days.”

  I opened the door, no longer waiting for my sister.

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “Yeah, you too.”

  Seph followed me, quickly finding our new friends, we found our way out of the club before our presence was made known.

  It was almost gross to watch, my sister was all over Jaxon. They couldn't even wait to get into the suite before they started pawing each other. I leaned back against Evan's chest, his arm wrapped around my chest, his fingers gently caressed my arm. As the door opened to our floor, I could hear her.

  “I have a list of my own.” she purred in his ear. “The pool, the bed, the lounge, the elevator.”

  “The elevator?” Jaxon frowned.

  I opened the door to the suite, the glass elevator right there in plain view.

  “Awesome.” he grinned. “Yeah, I'll fuck you in there.”

  “Charming.” Evan scoffed.

  Again, my sister had no qualms about her body as she began to disrobe. Jeez Seph...

  I frowned at her, taking Evan's hand and pulled him around to the media room. Luckily we had made a pit stop at a bottle shop so there was no need to go to the bar, the bar that was right near where my sister was blatantly walking around in her birthday suit. And now fucking Jaxon. No need to be quiet about it dear little sister.

  It was Evan's idea to do body shots. He had begun to line it all on the coffee table but then realized that we needed a few things.

  “I'll go.” I sighed.

  I quietly padded through the suite to the bar, hoping not to see something so very unnecessary. Luckily they were in the pool. I grabbed the supplies and went back to the media room. He was waiting on the lounge, looking oh so very sexy. Damn. Snapping out of my incoherent state I sauntered over to him, hoping that I might just look a little bit as sexy as he did. An eighth of it would be enough.