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It burned him to no end that he didn’t know what the situation was. Didn’t know what he was fighting against.
Colin pulled her close, trying to comfort her trembling form, while struggling to hold back from being violent with the judge.
Visibly seething with anger, he turned with a hand on her back and escorted her out of the exquisitely decorated area, away from the tables and dancing. The sounds of the saxophone sounded loud in their ears as he rushed them through the room and out the side door.
He stopped in front of the coat check, jaw ticking as he handed the woman their ticket.
I can’t look at you right now baby. I’m sorry, please forgive me, but if I look in your eyes right now I am definitely killing that man in cold blood in front of everyone. I see you, I see you’re scared. But I am furious, please forgive me, he purposefully kept his eyes averted as he collected her things.
“Colin,” Olivia’s voice was so small, trembling.
Colin’s face was slightly dark, betraying his fury.
“Are you ok? Does your hand hurt badly?” he said lowly, his voice gruff. He didn’t look at her, not gifting her with his eyes.
Her own watered as she wanted him to acknowledge and verify what happened. Not knowing that he was already plotting to release the video and kill the man mentally as he ruined his whole life’s work and took everything from him.
“Yes,” Olivia said, her own voice waivered, betraying her emotion.
Colin finally looked at her, swaying in her red dress, unsteady in her heels as she tried to pull it together. He took her arm rather gently and caressed a soft hand down her hair before turning and taking her affects from the clerk. She followed him out silently as he flagged down their limo and made her slide in first. Gracefully getting in behind her and snatching up a vodka bottle to pour himself a finger of liquor in his glass.
His blood boiled, and he was a breath away from losing it. He tossed it back quickly, not even wincing.
“Home, thank you. Raise the partition, please,” he instructed the driver.
Olivia’s eyes flickered everywhere nervously as the divider rose slowly. Colin poured a double vodka before leaning forward and holding it out to her. She looked at the glass skeptically, before taking it from him with a scrunched look on her face. Readjusting her dress, she looked at the glass again, moving to rest it to the side.
“Oh, you’re going to want to drink that,” Colin bit out, pouring his own drink and tossing it back, and again not reacting at the harsh burn. Olivia flashed her green eyes at him, looking as if she wanted to speak but could not find the words.
Colin put the glass down and gave his leg and hand a little shake before placing his ankle on his knee. He exhaled deeply, leaning his head against a fist, with an elbow propped up on the window. He was watching her with his piercing stare. Not saying a word.
Olivia’s hand trembled badly as she tipped the vodka to her lips, swallowing a small amount and wincing, not having a chaser.
“Drink it all,” he ordered softly, referencing the glass still in her hand. His finger was now tapping at his knee, betraying his agitation.
Olivia shook her head silently, her eyes widening.
Colin surprised her, leaning forward in his seat slightly. “I’d hate to have to get violent with you after what just happened but Olivia, I am not above it. Drink the fucking vodka before I pour it down your fucking throat. If I have to make you, I’m shoving my cock in right after it and I guarantee you I won’t be gentle.”
Olivia closed her eyes and whimpered slightly at his words. Feeling a rush of excitement at what appeared to be dangerous Colin making an appearance. She licked her lips and sucked the whole thing down with a gasp, feeling the liquor go straight to her vagina. Felt it thudding harshly as it swelled with blood, and she closed her legs to attempt to stem the uncomfortable feeling. She took a deep breath to steel her resolve, feeling the fabric of her dress strain tightly across her breasts.
“Colin-,” she started, but he interrupted her.
“Has that son of a bitch ever fucked you?” he said suddenly, holding her stare with his. Fury, unlike she’d ever seen on him, tainted his chocolate eyes. She shivered, suddenly afraid. But indignation and offense broke through the fear, stabilizing her.
Her lips parted in shock at his brazenly crass words.
“Are you aware that the man almost assaulted me tonight?” she hissed at Colin, her eyes flashing at him as she scooted forward in her seat. Her breasts were straining uncomfortably against the fabric of her dress as she leaned forward, and she took comfort in the slightly painful sensation.
“The fact you think you can make a fucking move, take a fucking breath and I won’t make it my business is quite insulting,” Colin said quietly, refusing to let her rile him up more than what he was. “So, I asked, did that man fuck you, Olivia,” he said again, his voice lowering dangerously.
He stayed completely still in his seat, feeling his lungs burning. Images of Carmichael’s lips at her collarbone, his hands wrapping around her upper arm, seared into his brain. Making him feel murderous.
He got to smell her, touch her, damn near taste her, he felt his lips twitch as a snarl broke free from deep in his chest.
“N-no. Colin I told you-“ she said, pressing her hand against her chest, desperate for him to hear her.
“He felt MIGHTY comfortable getting in your space tonight. Has he ever touched you, in any way,” he asked again, cocking his head. “I know you know him; the gig is up Olivia. That man would not have said what he said to you for no reason. Did you hear his fucking WORDS Olivia? Read between the lines he drew out so plainly for us?” ” his intense stare was so uncomfortable she looked away to find a semblance of privacy. The heat from his gaze seared her from across the limo.
