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Shane is deep in conversation with one of the club bouncers and I need to pee. I start to head in the direction of the ladies room.
“Where are you going?” he shouts after me.
I walk back to him because I don’t want to announce to the entire club where I’m headed. “I’m just going to the ladies room. Then I’ll cash up my register and we can go home?”
“Give me two minutes and I’ll come with you.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I need to pee. I can go to the bathroom on my own.”
He looks to another bouncer who is standing nearby. “Watch her,” he barks.
“I’ll use the bathroom in Conor’s office. It’s like thirty feet away. I’ll be fine,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
He simply scowls at me in response as his employee talks in his ear about something which appears important. So I leave him to it and head off to the office with the other bouncer’s eyes burning a hole into my skin.
I’m through the door when I feel someone behind me. A hand between my shoulder blades gently guiding me into the room.
“I can’t believe you couldn’t even let me go to the bathroom alone,” I say with a chuckle as the door closes behind us. But when I turn around, it’s not Shane who just shoved me into this room. “J-Jason,” I stammer. “What the hell?”
He grabs my wrist, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of my forearm as he holds me a little too tight. His eyes are glassy but they are fixed on my face.
“Jessie,” he says and there is something in his tone that I can’t work out. “Are you okay?”
“Well, not right now, I’m not,” I snap. “Get your damn hands off me.”
He releases his grip at the same time as the pounding starts on the door behind him. Startled by the noise, Jason stumbles forward and onto me. He smells of alcohol and cigars and I wrinkle my nose at the offensive stench.
“Jessie! Open this fucking door!” Shane shouts while the banging continues.
I look behind Jason. “You need to open that door, right now,” I say, aware of the tremor in my voice.
“Jessie. You’re shaking,” he reaches for me, brushing his fingertips over my cheek and making me flinch.
“Open this fucking door or I will tear your fucking head off!” Shane yells behind him.
Jason glances back quickly. “I can help you get away from him, Jessie. I know people.”
I blink at him. “I don’t want to get away from him. It’s not my head he’s about to tear off. What the hell are you talking about?”
The banging grows louder and the door rattles as though is about to come off its hinges.
“The way he talked about you,” he says with a sneer. “Youbelongto him?”
“Jason. Listen to me. If you do not open that door right now and he has to break it down, he is going to kill you.”
“I can protect us, baby,” he whispers as he reaches for me again.
I dodge past him, elbowing him in the stomach as I run for the door and wrench it open, coming face to face with the wall of rage that is an incredibly pissed off Shane Ryan.
He pulls me straight into his arms, wrapping them tight around me and kissing my head. He walks into the room, kicking the door closed behind him and only then does he release me from his embrace. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I say with a nod.
His eyes burn with anger again as he looks past me and at Jason. “What the fuck?” he snarls, his teeth bared.
“I-I,” Jason stammers.
Meanwhile Shane’s eyes drift back to me and his gaze lingers on the red fingerprints on my arm. “Did he fucking touch you?” he rages.
