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“Let go of me,” I hissed, torn between wanting to bring my knee up into his groin and worrying that kicking one of the dads’ players in the crown jewels would open up a whole other can of worms I didn’t want to be responsible for.
“I just need to talk to you,” he insisted, his blue eyes a bit wild as his grip tightened, making me wince. “I need to talk to you without them hanging around.”
I surmised that the them that he was talking about were my packmates. “You have talked to me Richter and I’ve told you that I’m not interested.”
“You said that you weren’t interested in ever being in a pack and I tried to be okay with that and then you stepped out with those assholes and I realized you were lying to me.”
While it was true that I’d told him that—there was no way I’d ever be in a relationship with the man in front of me. For one, he smelled like hot garbage to me, and for two, I would never be with someone who thought putting their hands on someone smaller than them would ever be a good idea.
“You’re my scent match, Ciara, don’t you see that?”
I ignored his words and tried to wrench my wrist free from his grasp letting out a strangled noise when I realized the idiot was closing his eyes and leaning in for a kiss.
Dads be damned, I was not about to let this asshole put his lips anywhere near me. Shifting my stance, I was just getting ready to bring my knee up so hard that his testicles turned into a pair of scrambled eggs, when something slammed into the man and his grip on my wrist was gone.
I blinked, trying to understand what I was seeing in front of me as a growl echoed off of the long walls of the hallway.
There, straddling Richter and lifting his fist to strike the man, was a very well-dressed, very pissed off Enzo.
Chapter thirty-one
Iwasn’t quite sure what to do about the situation in front of me.
Enzo was wailing on Richter, his fist and Richter’s face bloody as they grappled on the floor, a rip appearing down the back of Enzo’s suit jacket as he drew his fist back again.
Did I break them up? How the hell was I supposed to do that?
I could feel his rage down the bond and taste the coppery scent of blood in the air, but still I stood frozen watching it all happen.
Then my eyes were drawn to the camera that was just above our heads and that seemed to break through the confused haze that had come over me.
“Enzo,” I began, hurrying over to them and grabbing his arm before he could land another blow.
He growled at me, his eyes wild.
“Enzo,” I repeated, much louder this time. “We need to go. Now.”
My tone didn’t leave any room for the alpha to disagree, but I still had to half drag him away from the groaning Richter.
I glanced at the man one more time, feeling absolutely nothing but pity for him. This would be the thing that got him booted off of the team, I could feel it in my bones, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Tugging Enzo away from the scene of the fight, I hurried down the hallway as fast as my feet could carry me.
We needed somewhere private where we could lay low until Artie and Leith came looking for us. They must have felt what I had ricocheting down the bond like bullets—but I couldn’t feel anything anymore. The adrenaline running through my body made everything feel too bright and cold as I found a storage closet and pulled Enzo inside of it with me.
Once the door was safely shut behind us, I whirled on him. “What the fuck did you do that for?”
Enzo seemed taken aback by my anger as he shrugged out of his mangled suit jacket and dropped it on the ground. “What do you mean? He was manhandling you right in front of me.”
“I was taking care of it—you shouldn’t have gotten involved, Enzo. You risked your job doing that. How is it supposed to make me feel if I was the reason that you lost your dream job because of this?”
“And just stand by and wait until he broke your fucking wrist? Look at it, Ciara, he was two seconds away from snapping it like a twig,” Enzo snapped, lifting my hand so that we could both see the dark ringing bruise already starting to form.
“I don’t need you to protect me. I’ve been doing a good job all on my own for twenty-six years.”
Enzo’s jaw tensed and he pointed a finger at me. “And therein lies the problem. You’re not alone anymore and yet you still act like it’s you against the world.”
I felt him mentally yank on the bonds like he was pulling on the reins of a horse. “This means you are never going to be alone again. We’re tied together forever, Ciara Callaghan.”
