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I couldn’t stop my fists from clenching as I watched her body move. Chelsea had never been a dancer. It just wasn’t her foray, but it wasn’t mine either so I couldn’t care less how good her dancing skills were. What killed me were his hands on her, directing her, controlling her movements like she was his puppet.
Hell no.
Not one of my girls, and absolutely not fucking Chelsea.
She was mine.
And I was about to remind her of that fact.
“I’ll get the friend,” Blizzard said as he stared toward the bathrooms. I could care less about her right now, but Blizzard has spent the last thirty minutes that we had been there, watching her.
I walked up behind them as she laughed. “Why are you asking for control?”
“I believe it’s called being a gentleman.”
I ground my teeth. “It’s called being a fucking pussy. Now get your hands off my property.”
Chelsea jumped and swiftly moved away from her new friend. Her eyes connected with mine, she didn’t look surprised, more apprehensive, but she kept her mouth closed.
Good.
She knew I was angry and that she shouldn’t stir the pot. She wouldn’t fucking like the consequences. I was pissed. No, I was beyond pissed, I was infuriated.
Chelsea knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew it was against the rules. I’m not sure what the hell was running through her pretty little head, but I was about to fucking find out.
“Chelsea,” I snapped.
She glared at me, anger sparkling in her eyes, but she moved to my side.
I kept my eyes on her little dancing partner and he never took his off me. “Property is something you own, like a car or a house, not a person,” he sneered.
I smirked and folded my arms across my chest. “For you, maybe. Me? I own shit that guys like you only dream of. Including her.” I walked behind Chelsea and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her with me as we moved off the dance floor.
The idiot followed. His eyes drifted from me to her. The way he looked at me was full of hatred and contempt. I’m sure he must know who the club are, possibly what we do. But the stare he was giving me wasn’t just because he’d heard shitty things about the club.
It was like he knew us.
That it was more personal.
“You don’t have to go with him,” he gritted, his gaze finally falling back to her as he followed us.
“Deacon, it’s fine. Just leave it.” Chelsea tried to twist out of my arms, but I held on to her tighter.
“Sorry pretty boy, we aren’t accepting male club whores at the moment.” Blizzard grinned as he strolled up next to us, his hand grasped firmly around Chelsea’s friend’s wrist much to her dismay. “You’ll have to stay.” He continued to drag her past us and I managed to catch the odd curse word followed by his deep throaty laughter.
“Let’s go.” I gripped Chelsea’s hand in mine, but I didn’t miss the sympathetic look she threw over my shoulder at her new buddy, who had actually done the smart thing and not followed us.
“I’ll walk!”
“Like hell you’ll walk,” I heard Blizzard snap. “Get on the motherfucking bike.”
Chelsea sighed as we walked up beside them. “Rose, he’s just going to take you home. I promise you’ll be safe.”
“I’ve never been on a bike before! I don’t even have a jacket.”
Blizz growled deep in his throat before he whipped off his cut and the leather jacket that he had underneath it. I stared in awe as he forced the young girl’s arms through the sleeves of his jacket before shrugging his cut back on.
“There, now can we get the fuck out of here?”
