I look back at him, meeting his glare.
“Quinn’s one of the kindest, most genuine people I’ve ever known. Don’t hurt her like that asshole did. She deserves someone who will treat her like a princess.”
Well, well, well.
Maybe Josh isn’t so bad, after all. He just earned a little respect from me. Good for him.
“I know she does. I’m not going to be treating her like a princess, though. I’m going to treat her like the queen that she is.Myqueen.”
Then I stalk off toward Quinn, who has been watching as intently as possible during our exchange while also trying to serve customers. She’s at the cash register, tapping on the screen, when I walk up beside her.
“I don’t give a fuck what you tell people, as long as you tell them you’re mine.” I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “I have to leave for a while. I’ll be back to get you when you’re off work.”
Quinn looks up at me with her wide doe eyes, her lips a perfect shade of cherry red, and if I weren’t so possessive of her, I’d fuck her over the side of the bar. She can look as sexy as she wants when she’s working, but the only person who will ever see her pussy and tits again is me. I’m the only one who gets to hear her cries. She’s mine. I may not have a heart to give, but I’m going to make it up to her somehow.
“I can get a rideshare home. Don’t worry about me,” she answers.
I stare at her for a second, then take in a deep breath to calm myself. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. You willnottake arideshare anywhere. Ever again. My entire existence these past couple of weeks has been worrying about you. I suggest you get used to this. And if I catch you getting in the car with a stranger, I will paddle your ass. It’s not safe.”
Then I pat her butt and press a kiss to her temple. “Be good. I’ll see you later. You look beautiful, by the way. I can’t wait to have those red lips wrapped around my cock tonight before we go to bed. Together.”
Her small gasp makes me smile before I walk away from her and head toward the valet.
Time to go find some people.
“So,how does Quinn like her bodyguard?” Cash asks with a smirk.
Of course he’s going to give me shit. The three of us gave him all kinds of crap when he was acting psycho with Jordyn. He fucking kidnapped her, though. I’ve only done some light stalking.
“She doesn’t understand why she needs one, but she didn’t throw a fit. Although from the update I got from Roman, she has been more vocal toward him about it. I’ll talk to her later.” I shrug.
It’s for her own protection.
I raise my set of binoculars to my eyes, checking for movement inside the home.
“Lights are going off.” Warmth swirls inside me. It won’t be long now.
“Who is this guy?” Beckett asks from the back seat as he watches behind his own scope.
“Eddie Larson. He’s the drug dealer who was willing to rape Quinn in exchange for forgiving her mother’s crack debt eight years ago.” Clenching my jaw, I reach for the bottle of whiskey we’ve been slowly passing around. “Quinn got away, but there have been multiple charges against him over the years.”
“I’m starting to feel like we’re fucking vigilantes or something,” Beckett says with a smirk as he takes the bottle from me.
I laugh. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, bro. I’m doing this because Quinn is mine.”
The inside of the SUV falls silent. Even Cash stops chewing on the toothpick he uses in place of a cigarette when we’re doing shit like this. Torture and murder are the best times to smoke and drink. How else are we supposed to celebrate killing someone who deserved it? Cash gave up smoking cold turkey a few months ago. Some bullshit about wanting to live longer to spend more time with Jordyn.
“Yours? As in…?” Kian finally asks.
“As in, she’smine. I thought I could control it. I thought I could pull away. That I wouldwantto pull away after we fucked.” Slowly, I bring my fingers up to my face and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m buying a house. Then, I’m moving her in with me. Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her, but she’s mine.”
Cash reaches over and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Welcome to the club, man. I’m so glad to have you here.”
Beckett laughs. “Hold on. You said it like she’s not aware that any of this is in her future. Does she not know you’re about to kidnap her and hold her against her will?”
My chest tightens, and I reach for the bottle. “Not yet. She’s going to, though.”
“You’re in love with her,” Kian says thoughtfully.
