Judas was your ex, Javier's older brother. Whereas Javier was a party boy through and through and broke rules like they were a barrier to him, Judas was a stoic man who you probably only heard him talk four words on every occasion you met and took abiding by the rules as seriously as his religion even though he didn't believe in gods. Now, you were at one of the clubs he owned, taking down shots like no tomorrow and giving come-hither looks at the guys who were whistling in appreciation and making crude comments. One even told you to move that a*s his way. Suddenly, you felt someone's eyes on you and you turned to look into the dark, only to see no one. Strange.

You shrugged and went about your way when you felt it again this time. However, the moment you turned around, your breath caught in your throat and you felt goosebumps on your skin. Judas was leaning against a wall, his blazer over a chair and his nimble fingers holding onto a glass, his eyes digging onto yours. He strode towards you and pulled you close to him, his hot breath hitting the side of your face as he whispered into your ear.

“You have five minutes to leave the club, sweetheart, or you’ll find out firsthand that I’m not always the gentleman you think I am.”