AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She looked like an enraged fairy intent on murder and mayhem. And it was his ass she was intent on murdering.
“So I could come to an understanding with your friend,” he told her, wiping his mouth with his arm as he moved, striding toward her and gripping her arm in a firm hold.
“Let me go!” She jerked at his hold, her expression twisting with fury. “Don’t even try to touch me. ”
“Upstairs. ” Zeke hardened his voice as he pulled her to the door Jonesy had gone through earlier. “Now. I’m not going to fight with you in the parking lot. ”
“Why not, you fought Jonesy in the parking lot,” she screamed back at him, trying to kick out at him as he pulled her to the entrance. “You can damned well fight me here. ”
“Jonesy is a whole other matter, Rogue. ” Zeke tamped down the frustration rising inside him. He kept his control firmly in place. The situation with Jonesy was resolved as far as he was concerned. Man to man. He had a feeling Jonesy wouldn’t forget the consequences of manhandling Rogue again.
Zeke would have preferred to see the bastard fired, but until Rogue was fed up with the other man’s attitude, the only thing Zeke could do was keep a close eye on the situation.
And an even closer eye on Rogue. If she didn’t end up killing him before the day was over.
“You’ve gone too far this time, Zeke,” she cried out as he kept his fingers locked around her wrist and all but dragged her through the bar. “This was none of your business. ”
“That’s where you’re wrong. When another man dares to lay a hand on my woman, it’s very much my damned business,” he growled.
He wouldn’t have it. Possessive tendencies aside, Zeke wouldn’t have stood for any man to handle a woman as Jonesy had Rogue, at any time. Jonesy wasn’t behind bars simply because of Rogue’s interference. Any other man would have been cooling his heels in the detention center.
“And who says I’m your woman?” she snarled back at him as they moved through the private door and took the turn to the stairs and her apartment above. “I don’t remember giving you permission to go Neanderthal on me. ”
“Sure you did,” he drawled as they reached the landing and he tested the doorknob.
Son of a bitch, she’d left the door unlocked again. He turned and stared down at her.
“What did I tell you about locking your door up here?”
“Excuse me, Zeke, but I was unaware I’d be spending the night elsewhere,” she snapped.
He shook his head at the apparent lack of judgment she had used.
Rogue wanted to smack the condescension from his face. She would have to get her wrist back first. She tugged at it again as he pushed the door open slowly and checked out the living area of the large apartment.
Hell, he should have brought his weapon with him.
“You are being so overprotective, Zeke. Have I mentioned how much I hate being protected?”
Rogue watched as Zeke moved away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts as she glared at him hatefully.
How dare he start a fight with her bartender, over her? It was her fight; she didn’t need his big male fists taking care of her business for her.
“I don’t care how much you hate it,” he stated as he moved through the living and kitchen area and entered her bedroom.
“You don’t care how much I hate it?” She gaped at his back as it disappeared through the doorway before she moved quickly to catch up with him. “What the hell are you doing searching my apartment, and what do you mean, you don’t care how much I hate it?”
He paused as he stepped out of the bathroom and stared back at her with those predatory, determined eyes of his. That look, so dominant and forceful, should have had her rage hitting to peak rather than sparking memories of the time they had spent in his bed throughout the night and the forceful sexuality he had displayed.
“I mean, it’s too damned late to jump out of the game. ” His voice was forceful, dark. “I warned you, you were getting into something you might not be able to handle, Rogue.
Now you’ll just have to learn how to deal with it. What Jonesy did was out of line and you refused to fire him, so I took care of it. ”
“By beating him half to death? By letting him beat on you?”
Blood marred his chin and jaw, his shirt was torn, and he was going to have a black eye.
Rogue had had to curl her fingers into fists when she had first seen the damage. They had stayed curled, waiting on an opportunity to add her own bruise to his hard, stubborn expression.
