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I pick up the phone sitting on my desk and send her a message.
Me:
Do NOT leave the house in that fucking outfit, Little Bee.
I watch as she reaches across the bed, grabs her phone, and reads my message. Her fingers tap furiously on the screen right before my own phone pings with an incoming text.
Bee:
Watch me, asshole. I will wear whatever the fuck I want.
She walks out of the room holding her middle finger in the air.
Fuck! I slam my fist down on the desk. The computer monitors shake from the force. Then I snatch my keys off the side table, walk out, and head for the garage. I don’t bother locking the door to that room anymore. My parents went back to Sydney and no one else comes in here.
I log in to the tracker on her phone and watch as it moves through the streets of Melbourne. It doesn’t take long before she stops, and I ping her at my cousin’s fucking club. Unhinged is not the place I want her anywhere near when she’s dressed like that. She’ll be swarmed by hungry fucking vultures by the time I arrive.
I think I break every speed limit as I pull my car right up to the entrance of the club. I throw my keys at one of the valets and keep walking. I couldn’t give a shit if the car got stolen right now. I have one thing on my mind, the only thing that seems to be on my mind these days.
Lucy-fucking-Christianson.
It doesn’t take me long to find her. She stands out in any fucking crowd. She’s on the dance floor with her friend Shar and another woman. I position myself off to the side and glare at every motherfucker who dares to even look in her direction. It doesn’t take long before some cocksucker ignores my not-so-subtle threat and slides up behind Shar. He then wraps an arm around Lucy’s waist, attempting to sandwich himself between them.
Stepping out of the shadows, I pull the asshole back by his shirt before landing a right hook to his face. He falls like the sack of shit he is before I lean over, dig into his pocket, and pull out his ID. I snap a picture and pocket my phone.
“I know where you live and I will be coming to collect on the debt you now owe me,” I tell him.
“What the fuck? What fucking debt?” he spits out.
“Those fingers you just used to touch my girl, yeah, they belong to me now. And when I say something’s mine, you better believe I keep it fucking close.” I shove him to the side and watch as he stumbles to his feet and practically runs away.
“What’d you say to him?” Lucy’s brother asks me.
“I told him that she’s a mafia princess, and if he touched her again, I’d cut his fucking hands off. Bit by bit. Make him watch as I fed them to my uncle’s pigs,” I lie because I’m hardly going to tell him the truth.
“Ah, thanks.” He shakes his head before turning to Shar. “Can we leave yet?” he asks her. Apparently they’re dating now. Xavier and Shar. I learnt about that whole relationship from reading Lucy’s message exchanges.
I don’t hear her response over the music but I do hear her ask Lucy if she wants to go home with them. My Little Bee looks directly at me and smirks. “No, I’m good. I’m going to find some unsuspecting frat boy in here to take me home and fuck me senseless,” she says. And I fist my hands at my sides.
“Please, for the love of God, just let me drive you home. How the fuck am I meant to sleep tonight knowing that’s your plan?” Xavier yells loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Don’t worry, I was joking,” she says. “Kind of.”
She’s not leaving this fucking club with anyone who isn’t me. I will blow the whole place up if I have to, with her and me inside it. I really don’t give a damn at this point.
I don’t catch the rest of Lucy’s conversation with her brother. But when he turns to leave, he stops in front of me. “Can you make sure she gets home?”
I’m shocked silent. I have no idea why he’d want his sister anywhere near me. Fuck, if I had a sister, I’d need more fucking pigs. I nod my head. It’s all I can manage at the moment. It’s the truth after all. I will be taking her home. With me. I watch as Lucy continues to dance with that other woman from earlier. My eyes never wander.
“Dom, you good?” Ash’s voice comes from beside me.
“Peachy. You?” I ask him.
“I’d be better if I didn’t have to worry about my cousin causing a bloodbath on my dance floor.”
“I’m not an idiot. I’m not going to kill anyone, Ash.” Not here anyway. As soon as I get Lucy home, I will be finding that fucker and following through on my threats. I don’t make 'em just for shits and giggles.
“Great. So this is the chick who’s had your knickers in a twist, huh?” His choice of words has me turning my head to look at him. He’s staring at Lucy with interest, but not the kind that has every other fucker in this room leering in her direction. No, Ash’s is more… curiosity.
