Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Four
Venessa POV
The heavy bass of the lounge music continued to vibrate through the floor, but everything around us felt like it was muted. Khalid’s large hands were warm and heavy on my waist, pulling me close to his massive chest as he looked down at me with a deep, worried frown.
"Venessa, talk to me," he said, his deep voice cutting through the noise. "You look like you've seen a ghost. What happened back there?"
I took a deep, shaky breath, my hands still holding tightly onto the lapels of his suit jacket. My mind was still spinning from the visual of my cousin Mateo wrapped around the waist of Julian Vance, the meanest, most brutal enemy Khalid had on the ice. It felt completely unreal, like a scene out of a crazy movie, but I had seen it with my o
