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When the doorknob rattled for a few seconds, I sat up, just as the door started to open.
“What …? No, wait. Not that room!” the owner of the giggle cried out.
Too late, the door opened. The hall light was like a spotlight behind them, showcasing them both for me perfectly.
Good. Now I know who I needed to fucking kill.
One of the new prospects had Quinn up against my bedroom door, his hands on her ass. Her hair was coming out of her ponytail, and even from where I was sitting, I could tell her lips were swollen.
Quinn’s eyes were trained on the bed, although she probably couldn’t see me clearly since I was still in darkness. Boomer, the prospect she was with, didn’t realize what was going on around him. He was too busy kissing her neck.
Shit.
Rage burned through my chest as I jump off the bed and was across the room before the fucker could so much as raise his head.
I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him away from Quinn. Her feet hit the floor and she dropped back against the door, pushing it all the way open. When she started to stumble, I pushed Boomer away, reaching out to catch her. Her body was completely stiff against mine as I righted her.
“Sorry, man,” Boomer was already apologizing. “I didn’t know this was your room.”
Slowly, I turned my head to look at the prospect. He was one of the new guys, a transfer from one of our charter clubs in Texas, yet he had still been a prospect there before he had moved to Creswell Springs to be closer to family. I had gone on a run with him just the week before, but we hadn’t had much interaction past me giving him orders.
“Now you know,” I growled, dismissing him before I slaughtered the motherfucker in front of Quinn then and there. “Get lost.”
He nodded, already reaching his hand out for Quinn to take. “Come on, darlin’. We’ll find somewh—”
“She’s not going any-fucking-where with you, dickhead.” My vision was starting to narrow, a red haze filling my line of vision, as I pushed Quinn back a few steps toward my bed, tightening my hold on her, putting her out of his reach and using my own body to block his path if he tried to challenge me.
She pushed against my chest, trying to wiggle out of my hold. “Let me go, Raider.”
“No way,” I snapped at her, my rage only growing with each passing second that Boomer kept standing there.
I could smell the punch on her breath, and I had seen her with a red cup in her hand earlier. I knew she’d had at least one cup of that damned punch that Willa liked to make to fuck people up with. But Quinn wasn’t slurring her words and, as someone who rarely drank, she would have been stumbling drunk right then if she’d had too much of it. Whether she was drunk or not, there was no way in hell I was letting her go anywhere with this fucker.
“There’s no way you’re going with this guy.”
She pushed harder, but there was no way she could have moved me unless I wanted to be moved. “You’re such an asshole. What? You’re the only one who can fuck around in the clubhouse? Is that it?”
Her words did nothing to calm my rage. If anything, it only stroked it, along with my painful erection that I realized was still hanging out of my unbuttoned jeans. Boomer couldn’t see it, but there was no way Quinn couldn’t feel it against her side.
The way she had said “fuck” had been like a physical caress down my shaft. Regardless, the images she had brought to mind, of her fucking the prospect, had me vibrating with the rage that was trying to consume me.
No way in hell was I going to let this motherfucker touch Quinn.
Knowing I wouldn’t be able to talk without losing what little hold I had on my control, I pushed Quinn onto the bed. I was rougher than I normally would have been with her, but I was beyond pissed. She was lucky I didn’t throw her there.
Tucking my dick into my jeans, I turned back to the prospect, only to find him standing on the other side of the door, his hands raised in surrender.
“Message received, man. She’s yours.”
“Damn right,” I snarled, slamming the door in his face before locking it.
I could kill him later, I promised myself. First things first, though. I had to deal with Quin.
The room was in complete darkness now, so I hit the lights and turned to find her still lying on the bed where I had put her. Her head was turned toward me, but the look on her face was one I had never seen directed at me before.
Pure venomous hate was flashing at me out of her baby blues. She was so tiny that it was more adorable than intimidating.
“You’re a dick, you know that?”
