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We sit silently for a while as my men go about their business as if nothing has happened. Some leave, and others come in, but still we sit, just holding each other.
“Want a drink?” I ask reluctantly, not wanting to leave her side.
She giggles. “Thought you’d never ask, but I’ll get it, myking.” She smirks, sending a bolt of lust straight to my cock.
“Fuck, call me that again, Tinks.”
She rises and curtseys. “My king.”
Growling, I grab her hand, intending to pull her back into the booth to fuck while everyone watches, but she smiles slowly and steps back, letting her hand fall to her side, her eyes promising me everything I want when she gets back.
My gaze follows her, my girl, as she makes her way toward the bar. She’s a vision in the backless dress I gave her this morning—green like the grass in Ireland. It hugs her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and it takes everything in me to sit here and wait for her to return so I can claim her all over again.
Her innocence is a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounds us.
As she waits for the bartender’s attention, a young guy I’ve never seen before sidles up to her. He can’t be older than twenty-five, her age, with scruffy facial hair and a cocky smirk plastered across his face. His eyes roam over her body, lingering on her ass, and I see red.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, leaning closer to her. “You look like you could use some company.”
Summer offers him a polite smile but doesn’t engage, clearly uncomfortable with his advances. Somehow, this only emboldens him. He reaches out to touch her arm, and I clench my fists, my muscles coiling like a tight spring. This piece of shit thinks he can put his hands on what’s mine? The fury that courses through me is swift and merciless, a storm ready to obliterate everything in its path.
Rising swiftly, my strides are purposeful and determined as I make my way across the softly lit pub. The patrons part like the Red Sea as I approach, sensing the danger vibrating off me.
The guy’s hand slides down Summer’s back, coming to rest on her ass. Fury surges like a tidal wave, threatening to drown everything else out. My jaw clenches, and my eyes narrow into dangerous slits, fixing an icy glare on the fucker who dares touch what is mine.
“Excuse me,” I grit out, stalking toward them, leaving no room for questioning my authority. As I approach, the bar seems to hold its breath, anticipation and fear radiating through the dimly lit space.
“Hey, man, I was just—” the guy starts to say, but I don’t give him a chance to finish his pathetic excuse.
“Shut up,” I command, my voice low and menacing. In one swift movement, I seize his wrist, squeezing it hard enough to make him wince. With a forceful shove, I slam his hand onto the bar, eliciting a grunt of pain from him.
“Let go!” he cries out, struggling to free himself from my vice-like grip. But I only tighten my hold, ensuring that he won’t escape the consequences of his actions.
“Listen carefully.” Pulling my knife from the back of my pants, I plunge it into the back of his hand, pinning him to the wooden surface. His scream pierces the air, and the entire pub goes silent, all eyes glued to the unfolding scene. “Touch her again, and I’ll remove it.” My words drip with venom. Panic and pain are etched across the guy’s face, and I can tell that he understands the gravity of his mistake.
“Please, I won’t—I swear,” he stammers, tears streaming down his cheeks. I glance over at Summer, watching the scene in wide-eyed shock. Her chest heaves with each breath, but she still isn’t running. She stayed.
As the man’s rasping breath fills the air, I spin Summer around with my free hand, so her back faces me. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her trembling under my touch. I tighten my hold on her arm, grounding her as much as I’m grounding myself.
“Can’t you fucking read?” I ask the little prick still pinned to the bar.
He looks up at me, confusion clouding his pain-filled eyes as he flicks them to Summer. When he sees the savage marking I gave her, he pales further, if possible.
“Her body isn’t yours to touch. She’s mine, and don’t you ever forget that,” I snarl.
“Please, I didn’t know... I’m sorry...” his voice trails off into a whimper as he realizes how close to death he came.
“Shut up and get the fuck out of here.” My patience has worn thin as I yank the blade back, releasing him. He nods frantically, stumbling toward the exit, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
Summer shivers in my arms, and I pull her closer still, needing her to know she’s safe and protected with me. I rest my chin on top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo as I try to calm the monster that is refusing to go back into the box.
“Next time, you get the drinks,” she croaks, a nervous laugh bubbling up.
Snorting, I turn her around and cup her face. “Every time, Tinks. Clearly, I can’t trust any fucker around you.”
Not even my own brother.
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