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He levels me with his eyes. “We’ll know soon enough. Carlson might get away with being Rico the albino pool boy, but Mattis is as subtle as a wrecking ball.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“If he dropped his real name, the place’ll be swarming in thirty minutes.”
An hour later, the place is packed. Bodies writhe on the dance floor, and the lights swirl over the crowd bathing the place in odd colors.
I came here to flirt and, if I’m honest, to get laid. I need to burn off some sexual energy, and one night with a nameless and faceless partner would go far enough with my current situation.
Livy Morgan being here has ruined that. Sort of.
I’ve watched her twirl, sway, and shimmy against men and women alike.
I take another sip of my drink and try to be subtle as I adjust my growing cock under the table.
Marshall slides out of the booth. “I can’t wait any longer. I found my target.” He nods at a gorgeous dark-skinned woman at the bar who is all elegance and class who holds herself removed from the fray.
He pushes his polo sleeves up, displaying more of his ridiculous biceps, and walks with purpose—a man on a mission—straight to her. I’d watch more, but my eyes are drawn back like a magnet to Livy.
It takes a moment to find her and not because she’s subtle in a short baby-pink wig and skirt that barely covers her ass. But because she’s practically pinned by some dude that missed the memo on acceptable personal space, even in a club. He might as well be caging her in.
She leans backward in an unnatural position as he leans closer and hovers around her. When his hand wraps around the back of her neck, pulling her closer, I move.
Without thought and without considering the consequences, I stride straight through the crowd, not caring what I’m creating in my wake, and grab him and toss him sideways. The fact that I didn’t consider the fallout is evident immediately. He was still holding Livy when I made my move, and she topples with him under his hold.
“What the fuck, man?” he screams from the floor and quickly regains his feet, throwing a punch.
It clips my jaw, and I see red.
I won’t allow a second one, but I’m in a shit situation because I can’t respond with my fists.
The music screeches to a halt, and I extend a hand to Livy who is sprawled on the floor where she landed when he threw her aside. “Are you okay, Pix?”
She shakes her head and rubs the back of her neck as she stands. I brush her hand aside and lean down to see an angry handprint reddening where he touched her.
My anger is rising, but I hold it in check as I slide her behind my back, keeping a hand on her hip.
In what looks like a rehearsed maneuver, Mattis and Marshall are immediately at my sides, bowed up, arms crossed, with their legs planted wide. They position themselves just ahead of me. It’s a show of force to anyone who would think to make this a mass brawl.
I face the man. “Leave now.”
“Or what? Are you a pussy? Can’t take it like a man?” He spits at my feet and wiggles his fingers in a come-on gesture.
My eyes never leave the man. “You attacked a woman. She has a mark on her from your unwelcome grip. That’s assault.”
“Just because you couldn’t land her and I could doesn’t mean you can get all jealous. Go home, boy. Leave this to the real men.”
I laugh at that. He might be right about my jealousy but he’s about to get a lesson in running his mouth. This should be fun.
“You want to fight?” I ask, only to feel a tug on the shirt at my back.
I offer a light squeeze to reassure the woman there.
People are gathering. Carlson appears behind the man. To our left a woman in a ridiculous outfit pushes her way to the front of the crowd calling Livy’s name.
Handsy man smiles.
“Yeah, let’s do this.” I turn to Marshall. “Call the police. Miss Morgan and I want to press assault and battery charges against Pencil Dick here. I’ll call George, clue him in, and ask him to have my attorney draw up whatever it takes to sue. The man obviously wants a fight, so we should give him one.”
