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The moment she’d spotted me across the room, she’d made a beeline for me with what I thought at the time was the intention of using me as some kind of rebellious revenge.
And you know what? I was up for it.
I had no qualms about being a part of some hot, rich girl’s fuck you to her parents.
Then I spotted the guy following her and the look of fear in her eyes.
“Hey, baby, sorry I’m late,” I announced loudly so everyone could hear me over the music. Several people eyed me in confusion as I pushed past them, trying not to lose her in the crowd, while the rest just shrugged and continued their celebrations.
I held out my hand, and the young girl grabbed it like it was her only lifeline, practically stumbling into my body. Holding her tight against me, I glanced up, my teeth clenched in anger as I searched for the bastard that’d been following her.
He was gone—vanished the moment he caught sight of me.
I dipped my head so my mouth was beside her ear. “Come on, we’ll go outside.”
She nodded eagerly, still gripping my hand tightly as I pushed past a handful of my brothers who had crowded the kitchen, leading her down the hall and out onto the back porch. We sat down on the top step that went down into the garden. “You want to tell me what you’re doing here?”
She sucked in a deep breath. “My best friend is dating that guy’s little brother. We were hanging out, and I needed to go home, so he offered me a ride. Then he told me we had to stop by some party. I said no, but he said we’d just be a minute.”
The guy wasn’t wearing a cut, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing him before. “You came here with a hangaround?”
She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what that means, but I think he put something in my drink.” Her fingers clutched the edge of the step like she might fall off at any moment.
And now I knew why.
I sat up straight. “And you drank it?”
She nodded. “A little.”
“Fucking hell,” I cursed, pulling my phone from my pocket and dialing.
It only rang twice before Mom picked up. “You better not be calling me from upstairs. If you need something, don’t be so lazy and come dow?—”
“Can you come out to the back porch? There’s a girl here who said someone put something in her drink.”
It was quiet for a moment. “I’ll be there in a second.”
A chorus of heavy shitkickers joined the high-pitched clip-clop of my mom’s heels as they came down the hall and burst out onto the porch. I got to my feet, Mom taking my place as I stepped over to talk to my father, Blizzard, and Leo—all who looked at me like they were about to rip my head off.
“The fuck are you doing bringing teenage girls to this kind of party, Jax?” Dad snapped, hitting me with a hard glare. “Are you stu?—”
“He didn’t bring me here! He saved me!” the girl protested, even as she leaned against the railing with her eyes closed, my mom dabbing her forehead with a cold cloth. “Mark. Mark did. He… my drink.”
“Shh,” Mom soothed. “It’s okay.”
“Curly blond hair, big ass fucking nose?” Leo confirmed, and she nodded.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I saw him after I came in. He was walking behind her, but she came straight to me, then he disappeared.”
Blizzard patted me on the back. “You look after her. We will deal with Mark.”
My father grabbed my shoulder, held my gaze, and gave it a squeeze before he and the boys filed back into the house. That was his way of acknowledging he was wrong—a hard sentiment for him to express.
“Jaxon, come here and sit with her while I get some water,” Mom ordered, handing me the cold cloth before she hurried off too. I sat down, continuing to wipe across her head, not exactly knowing what the fuck I was doing, but her eyes soon fluttered open.
“I’m Stella,” she whispered, inhaling deeply through her nose. Even drowsy and slightly slurring, Stella was the most beautiful fucking girl I’d ever seen. “Sorry I got you in trouble.”
I chuckled softly. “You didn’t. But Mark might not be so lucky.” The sounds of motorcycles coming to life out on the street instantly confirmed the statement. The club may live by their own set of rules, but within those rules, they believed in protecting women, and for that bastard to come to one of our homes and try to assault Stella—that was an act of war.
