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A squeal from the living room snaps me out of my hussy haze, and I rush for the bathroom. Husky chuckles follow me as I slam the door closed.
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The sweat is unreal. Grinding and writhing between each of the guys, I feel like I am about one touch away from completely melting onto the nasty dance floor. Jackson grabs my empty cup from me before I even realize I finished it. My bladder screams at me when Marcus holds my tummy tighter and thrusts his ass against me.
I wiggle out of his hold and yell out that I'm going to the bathroom. I get four sets of concerned gazes, but roll my eyes and give them a smile. "I'm good! Just need to pee!"
JJ leans in to swipe a kiss against the corner of my mouth and guides me out of the crowd with a hand on my back. Dodging stumbling girls and sloppy guys, we finally make it to the back hallway. The lighting is dark back here without all the flashing lights, but at least there isn't a line.
"I'm going to the bathroom, too. Meet me right here when you’re done, okay?"
Jackson's breath against my ear makes me want to drag him into a dark corner somewhere. My bladder protests when my clit pulses. "Okay," I say and rush to the women’s restroom.
Scooching around the women reapplying their makeup and laughing together, I relieve myself and wash my hands.
"You're here with Jude, aren't you?"
I startle when a tall, blonde girl addresses me. "Uh, what?" She is so damn thin, with the most petite face I have ever seen.Jesus, is this Jude's type?I don't live up to her flat stomach and perky boobs. Having a baby and breastfeeding took that away.
"Jude." She rolls her green eyes at me. "I saw you dancing with him out there. Just be careful. You might be the flavor of the month, but his tastebuds are wicked enough to give anyone whiplash."
With that, she storms out of the room with a huff. I attempt to swallow the wave of emotion that chokes me. I hate to admit it, but she got to me. If anything, I should feel relieved that the guys will have no problem moving on when I leave. Yet, something in my chest stutters and weeps.
Feeling some of my anxiety surface again, I stomp out of the bathroom, hoping to get another drink. I’m so stuck in my own head, I don't see the janitor’s closet being thrown open until my shoulder slams right into it.
"Shit!" I gasp, my shoulder flaring with pain and making me stumble into a wall.
"Oh, sorry!" A twinkly voice trails down the hall as a chuckling man follows her and closes the closet behind them.
"Fucking dicks," I rumble, gripping my throbbing arm.
The wall at my back vibrates, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end in warning. My breath gets lodged in my throat as I turn around to find that it was not a damn wall I fell into.
A tall, wide man stands there, but when a strobe light flashes down the hallway, everything inside of me dies. A jaw that grinds with annoyance. Buzzed head. Arms thick enough to kill me. Hands that have broken me before. Eyes of the very monster I have been running from glare down at me with a promise far darker than before.
He wants me dead.
The strobe light is gone in a flash, and so am I, running away from the horror seizing my entire body. I slam into another hard body, and I can't help the scream that rushes past my lips.
"Hey! Baby, it's okay. It's me, I got you. What's wrong?" Jackson's hands run down my arms, over my sides, across my forehead, and land on my cheeks. "Are you hurt? Rylee, what the fuck happened?"
I can't get a word out. It's all too much. My eyesight tunnels on Jackson's terrified face.
Mason found me.
ChapterThirty
JACKSON
Aflurry of copper hair hits my face before the air rushes out of my lungs. Rylee runs into me fuckinghard.Her high-pitched scream stalls my blood flow.
"Hey! Baby, it's okay. It's me, I got you. What's wrong?"Jesus fucking Christ.She trembles in my arms as I scan for any injuries. "Are you hurt? Rylee, what the fuck happened?"
My patience dwindles the longer she hyperventilates in my arms. I glance behind her, only to see a group of girls walking into the bathroom. "Rylee!" I snap, but it's like she can't hear me anymore. There's no warning before her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her neck lulls. Just as her knees give out, I catch her, my harsh breath blowing her long hair off her face.
"Baby! Rylee!" She doesn't respond as I shake her. Scooping her into my arms, I hustle around the crowds and out the main door. It might have seemed easier to opt for a side door to avoid curious eyes, but I'm going to trust that whatever had my woman so scared might be lingering around in the back alleys.
The bouncers eye me like I'm a fucking predator until one of them recognizes me. "Hey, Jackson. Is everything okay?" Luke comes over to me with his dark brows furrowed in concern. He rents out one of my properties, thank fuck, because if he didn't know me, he might think I did something to my girl.
