Blood rushes in my ears, my skin hot from my simmering rage as I watch her walk out of the lobby with no one to protect her from this fucked-up world. Not only do I not know where she’s going, not knowing who she might see while looking like a walking wet dream, her wide ass swaying, makes me want to murder someone all over again.
As soon as I get into my car, I find Beckett’s contact in my phone and press call. He picks up, and the sound of voices in the background starts to fade as if he’s walking away from them.
“Hey, bro. You know you’re late, right? And Jordyn is actually going to murder you when you get here.”
After starting my car, I let it run for a second before I shift into gear and back out of my space. I wonder which space Quinn parks in.
Fuck. I didn’t think about having her car brought home last night. What’s wrong with me?
Her health and well-being were my only fucking concerns after I found her in that hallway. Then killing that bastard who dared to touch her was all I could think about. And fuck me, my dick gets hard just thinking about torturing that piece of shit all over again. Maybe I let him die too quickly. The next one won’t get off so easily. But after I talk to Beckett, no other man will ever get close enough to touch her again, as far as I’m concerned. Not even if she wants it. While I can’t give her what she deserves, I can’t allow another man to, either. I just can’t.
“I’m on my way,” I snap. “I need one of our best guys exclusively for bodyguard duty from now on. Whatever salary he wants, I’ll pay out of my own pocket.”
Beckett is silent for a second before it sounds like he closes a door somewhere in Cash’s house.
“I’m pretty sure I know who you want a bodyguard for, but why don’t you tell me anyway?” he finally says, dripping with sarcasm.
This asshole. He’s always been such a dick.
As the youngest, he was always babied by my parents, and it went to his head that he could do or say anything with no fucking consequences. Once he got older, Kian, Cash, and I started beating his ass, but he just became a good fighter and more arrogant when he won against us. One of these days, someone is going to fuck up his whole world, and I hope like hell I’m around to see it.
“It’s for Quinn. She was attacked last night, asshole. The least we can do is give her protection so she feels safe walking around our casinos.” My fingers tighten around the steering wheel as I speed up on the interstate. “Who do you recommend? I want to be the one to brief him on the requirements.”
Because if the guy so much as breathes in her direction, I will slaughter him in an actual meat factory and then put his flesh through the hamburger grinder and send his mother the packages as a gift marked from her son.
“Of course you do. Keep in mind you’re the COO, and our teams have always been nothing but professional. Besides, the guy I’m thinking of is former special forces. He went on to work for the Secret Service before Caleb convinced him it was more fun working in Sin City. You can hold your own, but I still don’t think you want to cross this guy.”
For Quinn, I’ll cross anyone who wrongs her. There are no lines as to who I’ll destroy for her. I don’t think she’s ever had a protector, but that ends now. What we had was only supposed to be one night.
But there’s only one major problem with that.
Quinn Summers isn’t a one-night woman. She’s a once-in-a-lifetime, soul-altering woman. The kind that is impossible to walk away from.
“Just get me in touch with him immediately.”
“Sure. Whatever you say, bro,” Beckett says smugly. “Hurry up and get here. Weallcan’t wait to see you.”
Then he disconnects, and I’m left with nothing but silence in the car as my rage goes from simmering to nearly a full boil by the time I arrive at my brother’s house.
It feels wrong being here right now. Quinn is out in Las Vegas doing who-the-fuck-knows-what, and all I know is she’s alone with no protection. No set of eyes on her, making sure she’s not being a naughty girl. Because I swear to God if I find out she’s ona date tonight, I will put a cold glass plug in her ass and spank her with my belt until she has a very clear understanding of her rules. Because fuck me, she needs a Daddy to give her some.
My brothers’ cars are all parked up already.
Of course.
Suck-ups.
I really need to do something nice for Jordyn. I feel bad for being such a shitty brother-in-law. If I don’t get my shit together soon, Cash is going to resent me for not putting in more effort. The last thing I want is to lose anyone in my family. Including Jordyn.
As soon as I step out of the car, the woman herself emerges from the front door with her arms crossed over her chest. Just for a second, I consider getting back in and leaving so I don’t have to face her wrath. She glares at me as I approach.
“You about to pull out a gun on me, sis?” I ask, half-teasing.
She’s an unpredictable one. Cash has told me she’s pulled a gun on him more than once, but I’m pretty sure it’s a kinky thing for them, which I don’t want to think about.
The corner of her mouth twitches, and her eyes twinkle, and I let out a sigh of relief. She likes to pretend to be pissed, but it doesn’t take much for her to crack. I do need to be better, though. My parents taught me better than this.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” she answers, pushing the front door open. She steps inside, waiting for me, her voice sweeter than usual. “Everyone is out by the pool if you want to join them. I know they’re excited to see you.”
