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All three of us clink our glasses together. “Okay, I think it’s time we head out, but we’re def coming back tomorrow night, right,Sharon?” I say, repeating the alias. We have what we came for, and we need to leave while we still can.
“Sure are. This was the best night ever.” Shar slides out of her seat.
I’m quick to follow. And only make it two steps before I’m grabbed from behind. I wiggle, try to get an elbow back into whoever is holding me. But it’s no use. Their grip doesn’t budge. I look up to see some other fucker with his grubby paws on Shar. She manages to knee the guy in the balls, he drops his arms, and she breaks free.
“Let her go. Now!” Shar demands, her tone more lethal than anything I’ve heard from her before.
“Or what? What on earth are you going to do about it, princess?” the guy sneers. “This little girl is coming with me for the night.”
THIRTY-ONE
I had what I thought was the perfect date lined up. Nice restaurant—I booked out the whole place so it was just the two of us. I didn’t… No,I don’twant to share my Little Bee with anyone. Flowers, blue tulips of course. My shirt and slacks, pressed without a wrinkle in sight. You know, the works.
Then I got a message from Lucy telling me she had to have dinner with Shar and that she’d meet me afterwards. I thought about crashing her plans with her friend. Or just going and taking her, forcing her on this stupid date that was her fucking idea in the first place. I didn’t do either of those things. Instead, I decided to stay home and wait.
Delayed gratification and all that shit. I’m on edge though, like an ice junkie craving their next fix. I’ve been trying to watch a movie to distract myself. But there’s no point. I couldn’t tell you a single thing that’s happened on the screen.
Ash’s number lights up my phone on the coffee table. I swipe it up and connect the call. “Dom, where are you right now?” he asks.
“At home, why? What’s up?” The hairs on the back of my neck rise and my stomach drops at the thought of something happening to Bree or my niece.
“Who are you with?”
“No one.” For once, I have no idea what he’s getting at. Or what he wants.
“Do you know where that little girlfriend of yours is by any chance?”
“She’s having dinner with her brother and her friend. What’s going on, Ash?” I press him more urgently.
Fuck, why is he asking me about Lucy?
“Her brother just called me and asked meto ask youto find out where she is. He can’t reach the friend,” Ash says.
I’m already pulling the phone away from my ear and bringing up the tracker app, which locates her within seconds. “What the fuck are they doing at a goddamn biker bar?” I yell.
“What?”
“I’ll text you the address. Send it to her brother.” I hang up, message Ash the coordinates, and run to the garage. I’m going to fucking kill her.
What the fuck is she thinking going to a seedy-ass bar like that by herself? But I already know the answer. She’s not. The girl has a goddamn death wish, I swear.
By the time I pull into the car park outside the bar, my blood is boiling. Then, when I push through the doors, it fucking boils over as a rage unlike anything I’ve ever known courses through my veins and a red haze clouds my vision. I march over and pull the fucker who has a death grip around Lucy by the back of his head. A chunk of hair rips out of his skull as I spin him around and land a right jab to his face. Bone crunches under my knuckles, blood splatters across the front of my shirt, and I smile. My fist connects with his face another three times before I see someone coming at me from the left. I shove the half-conscious fucker aside with a kick to his ribs as he stumbles and falls, then turn and land a blow to the next bastard’s jaw. Before I know it, I have four fucking guys coming at me at once.
“Give it your best shot, 'cause it’ll be your fucking last,” I tell them, my hand shooting out and wrapping around a pool cue, which I break in two over the one guy’s head. I catch the larger half, swipe it down, and take his knees out. He falls to the floor, giving me time to spin and go on the attack with the remaining three.
“Stop, let me go! I have to stop him. He’s going to kill them!” Lucy’s voice has me seeking her out, trying to find whoever the fuck is touching her now. That’s when I spot them by the door. Xavier is tugging on Lucy’s arm, trying to drag her out of the bar.
I’m too far gone, too distracted, to stop the next asshole from landing a blow to my face. I spin around, shoot out a fist, and watch as he falls. My arm’s already pulled back, my jaw set tight, when I feel someone tugging on my sleeve. I turn to see Lucy clinging to my jacket right as a bar stool splinters over my head. My vision blurs and I stumble back a step. Pushing Lucy behind me, I shake off the dull pain, pick up a glass, and smash it over the skull of the first fucking asshole to come at me again.
As soon as Xavier finishes knocking out the fucker who hit me with the bar stool, I yell out to him, “Get your sister out of here, now,”
“She’s not about to leave your fucking ass. If you want her out, you’re going to have to leave as well,” he yells back.
Lucy tugs on my arm again. And if I weren’t so worked up, I’d be more appreciative of her stubbornness. Instead, I turn around, bend down, and throw her over my shoulder. Then I march towards the exit and right outside to my fucking car before depositing her in the passenger seat.
“Don’t fucking move,” I grunt in her direction.
“Get in the car and take me home, Dominic McKinley. Now. Because if you don’t, if you go back in there, Iwillfollow you,” she says while crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture of outward defiance.
