Peyton made flirty eyes with a few guys that passed by and they returned a very lust filled look. The simple action boosted her confidence, but she knew she was far from ugly. Mark and Jason were usually standing near her and they acted as her safety net if she were approached by someone she knew was bad news, but tonight they were out scoping the women together.
Peyton was approached by 5 or 6 men in a group but it was obvious who the ringleader was. Mara raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The ringleader approached her and stood inches from her face.
"What do you say you join me in the winners circle tonight baby doll?" he extended his hand behind her back and started to slide his hand up her shirt. Peyton raised an eyebrow and smirked. Swiftly she kneed him in the family jewels and pulled a switch blade out of her pocket. As he was bent over she pointed the tip toward his jugular. The man stood up slowly and Mara's eyes grew wide.
"I wouldn't try anything funny Dominic...Shea never misses." Mara said softly. Dominic made a face and his eyes quickly darted back to Peyton's.
"Lets get something straight Dom...Since you never seem to get it...First off, you will NOT win...You've won once that I remember and it was basically a scratch anyway. Second, I will NEVER be your baby doll. Get the FUCK out of my face and take your pansy ass crew with you." Some of his group members growled and Peyton laughed.
The men looked like they were ready to fight if they had to. Jason and Mark ran up wide eyed and stood between her and Dominic.
"Whoa. Dom...she's just a girl right? It would be more embarrassing to let her kick your ass, and let me tell you...she would. Besides there is NO way you'd win the race if you had a knife in the gut. Just forget about it alright? Take your crew and walk away." Jason said quickly. Peyton rolled her eyes but Dominic nodded his head and turned to walk away.
"We're going...but we're not finished Shea." Dominic said simply before walking away.