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As soon as I drop her off with Ireland, I feel like something is…off.
I can't put my finger on it, but something is seriously strange tonight. Instead of acting like a stalker boyfriend, I decide to find out where the guys are. Grabbing my phone from the cup holder, I dial Beckett's number. He answers on the third ring.
“I thought you were getting ass tonight and that’s why you wanted us gone.”
"Ireland wanted to go out, so now I'm alone. Where are you fuckers?" He rattles off an address, and I tell him I'll see him in a few. I don't care if he's fucking someone. He’s the type to walk out as soon as he gets his dick wet.
When I pull up to the frat house they’re trolling at, I get out of my car and make my way inside. It doesn't take me long to find Maddox in the corner drinking a beer, a bitch whispering in his ear, probably telling him all the nasty things she wants to do to him right now. He ignores her, continuously scanning the room.
I make my way over to him and take the beer out of his hands. "Hey, fucker,” he growls as I take a swallow. "Get lost, bitch.” I smirk. She narrows her eyes at me for a second before she sees who I am, then her attitude changes and she gives me her best flirty, fuck me stare. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. He lost his balls a few weeks ago.” But that doesn’t stop her from running her hand along my arm.
"I suggest you leave," I whisper into her ear. Her cheeks redden, a look of anger forming on her face as she storms off.
"See, if you hadn't hooked up with Bres, we would be taking that bitch into a bedroom and fucking her.” He shakes his head before taking his beer back and downing the rest of the contents.
“That’s the thing. I don’t want anyone else. I like being with Bresin and only Bresin. I'm good, brother."
He rolls his eyes. “Please, and I’m a fag.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. I mean, it would make sense. He doesn’t ever fuck the bitches I’ve brought in for us. He’s only ever let them suck him off. Not once has he ever come inside one of them, even when we were teens.
“You sure about that?” I ask. He doesn't like talking about that shit, but I need to mess with him a little.
“Fuck you, Jag,” he bites out, turning and walking toward the kitchen, probably to find some more beer. Before I can follow him, I see Beckett coming toward me with some bitch wrapped around him as if she’s going to climb the fucker like a tree.
"Hey, bitch." He grins. "Where's your other half? Out getting laid by someone else?" He blows a kiss to me.
"Fuck off," I say, taking the beer Maddox hands me as he takes his spot again.
It doesn't take us long to start talking about Ridge and the plan on getting him into rehab again. I scan the party as we talk, not paying much attention to what the people around us are doing…until I catch sight of the back of Bresin. I’d recognize that dress she’s wearing anywhere. I can feel the jealousy and anger rise up in me. Someone else has their hands on what’s mine.
I start to make my way through the crowd in the direction she went. She's swaying slightly, someone dragging her through the crowd. When she turns her head, I see the disoriented look on her face. I look behind me to see Mad and Beck both following me.
"Where the fuck is she going?" Beck asks.
I don’t say a word as we continue to follow them. I don’t recognize the girl or guy she’s with, but I can bet he’s not going to like me when I find out where they are taking her. We follow them for a few minutes before they come to a door. I watch Bresin stumble slightly, then turn her head, spotting me. She reaches out weakly.
“Jagger,” she whimpers.
When the guy turns to look at what she's reaching for, I deck the bastard. He releases her, and I reach out as she starts to fall forward. Before he can come at me, Maddox stops him and pushes him back. Beckett makes his way toward the girl, who looks like she might piss herself.
“Babe, what happened?” I ask Bres. Her eyes are glossed over. I have no clue what the fuck they gave her, and where the hell is Ireland?
"Jagger," she slurs. Her grip on my arms tightens and her legs give out. She hasn’t been out long enough to be this drunk already.
I pick her up and stare at the guy Mad is holding. “Who the fuck are you?” he growls, trying to get Mad off of him.
“I’m trying to figure the same damn thing out about you. I know for sure we don’t know you, so why are you with my girlfriend?” I watch his movements. I can’t for the life of me get a read on the bastard.
He mutters something under his breath before Maddox punches him in the gut and lets him fall to the floor. “Why are you dragging Bresin through a party? What did you give her?"
I look down at her in my arms. I want to beat the fuck out of him for drugging her.
“I didn’t give her shit,” he snaps.
“What did she take?” Beckett questions the girl.
“GHB.” The girl shrinks back when she sees the look on my face. So help me God, if they were going to take her somewhere to be raped…
