Before Marco could rush out of here, I slid off my stool and caught his wrist. “I want more information.”
“You don’t get any—”
Cristian clamped his hand down on Marco’s shoulder, and Marco tensed.
“Leave,” Cristian said to him, his voice impeccably low and dangerous, while his brown—almost-black—eyes were fixed on me. Sea breeze blew strands of his thick black hair onto his forehead. “And tell everyone else to get the f**k out of here too.”
“We were just talking,” I said to Cristian, brow furrowed.
“I don’t give a f**k what you were doing.” Cristian turned his head toward Marco. “I said to leave,” he said into his ear, then shoved him away and toward the exit. “Party is f*****g over. Everyone, get out.”
Placing their drinks down and gathering their belongings, everyone began departin
