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“You’re mine!” Cary screamed.
Finn and Jackson were caught off guard and neither moved. Or responded in any way.
“I warned you!” Cary shook the pup mask.
Finn pulled himself roughly out of Jackson. Jackson cursed as he pushed himself off the bar top. Michael slid off the other side and onto his feet. He quickly stuffed his dick back in his shorts before catching Avery’s terrified look.
Michael motioned for Jace to take Avery back toward the restroom before mouthing ‘Get Grant.’ At least they had a cop close by. That had to be a good thing. Even if Grant wouldn’t have his gun inside the club. He was still trained.
Jace nodded as he slowly, carefully, covered Avery’s body with his before making his way toward the back of the room. Luckily, Cary Jeffers was focused on Finn and Jackson, not paying any attention to Jace, Avery, or Michael.
Michael didn’t see any weapon that Cary Jeffers could be carrying. That was good, right? Jackson could take the guy if he was unarmed. Of course, Jackson didn’t look too dangerous with his limp cock out for all the world to see. Daddy Finn’s dick was visible too.
Well, that just wouldn’t do.
Cary Jeffers was still screaming. Still threatening.
Where was security? Where was Grant? Oh, Jace was just now reaching the restroom. The locked restroom.
Michael could try to get someone, but would that make the situation worse? He looked around for a weapon of his own. The playroom was full of soft fabrics, plastic toys, nothing that would help keep his men safe.
He got the feeling that Daddy Finn and Jackson were purposely not looking at him. They didn’t want to draw Cary Jeffers’ attention to him. That would hopefully give Michael an opening. To do what? He didn’t know. He just knew he had to do something.
Cary advanced on Michael’s men, and Michael grabbed the closest thing to him. A small chair that was made for the littles.
Jackson’s eyes widened.
Finn’s mouth opened.
Cary lunged for Finn.
Michael stepped behind Cary Jeffers and swung at his back.
The chair hit hard and didn’t even break apart.
Cary grunted as he hit the floor on his hands and knees.
Jackson pounced on Cary’s back, pushing him flat.
Grant busted out of the bathroom.
“Freeze, police!” Grant shouted.
They all froze.
Except Michael couldn’t get his fingers to keep hold of the chair and it crashed to the floor. Then he burst into tears.
“Baby!” Finn lifted Michael up and off his feet.
Michael wrapped his arms around Finn before he buried his face in Daddy Finn’s neck. The scent of leather, spice, and cum, and the way that his Daddy squeezed him allowed Michael to breathe.
He’d hit someone.
Daddy Finn and Jackson had been threatened.
There was still yelling and cursing.
It was too much. Too loud.
