Mine. || Kobe & Malena
It was just after midnight when he saw his sister - or half sister, whatever - for the first time since they'd arrived at the party two hours ago. Alkisti was with them, as was their younger brother Dean, but Kobe had lost track of all of them within fifteen minutes of walking in the door of the club. It was Angel Xavier's birthday and Miles had rented out one of her favorite clubs for her. The night was completely surreal, and everybody was fucking beautiful.
They were also drunk, and unfortunately, in Kobe's case, that meant he was a little more aggressive than usual. He had, after all, inherited his father's anger management issues, though he could usually keep that under control.
But not when his baby sister had a hand up her skirt that didn't belong to him. She probably didn't think he'd noticed Johnny Ireland taking her to the small alcove just off the dance floor, but Kobe had. Fucker thought that just because his dad was a football legend he could get away with that shit. He walked over to them, undeterred by the two girls trying to grab his attention on the way over as he grabbed Ireland by the scruff of his neck and squeezed. "Get your fucking fingers out of my sister's cunt if you know what's good for you right fucking now," Kobe seethed.
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