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People aren’t happy when I shove them out of my way, but I ignore curses thrown at me. A guy that’s about my height refuses to budge, so I grab his shoulder and pull him hard.
“Hey, what— Wentworth? What the hell, man?”
“Get out of my way,” I bite out, moving past him before he can say anything else.
That’s when I see her.
Jade.
I suck in a sharp breath as she appears in front of me, hands raised in the air, her head thrown back, and all that gorgeous hair is cascading down her back.
She’s dancing on a freaking table, just like Manolo said.
Some guy tries to grab her, and my fingers clench into fists by my sides.
Fucking hell.
Before I can think of what to do, I’m already moving forward, pushing the last people out of my way until I’m standing in front of the table.
“Get your dirty hands off of her,” I mutter. The guy doesn’t even have enough time to process what I said before I rip his hand from her and push him back.
“Get the fuck down, Jade,” I hiss, looking up at her.
She blinks a few times, her brows pulling together in confusion.
“Prescott? What are you doing here?”
Even in the dark, I can see her dilated pupils. She sways on her feet, the movement having nothing to do with dancing and all with clumsiness—the consequence of her being totally wasted.
“C’mon, Jade, let’s go home.”
I look up to see Grace standing on the other side of the table, a water bottle in her hand. Our gazes meet for a second before I shift my attention back to the woman who’ll be the death of me.
“Oh, she’s going home alright. The better question is, what areyoudoing on top of that table?”
Jade must realize I’m pissed because her gaze narrows, defiance shining in her eyes. “I’m having fun.” She flips her hair back, the motion making her sway even harder in those heels. “Besides, you’re not the boss of me.”
Not the boss of her? We’ll see about that. The moment I get her off that table, I’m going to strangle her and show her just how much of a boss I can be.
I look around, noticing a few people pointing in our direction. We’re making a scene, not that she cares in the slightest. Jade continues to dance, or she tries to, at least. She swirls her hips, but somebody bumps into the table, making her lose her footing.
“Jade!” Grace yells in a warning.
“Fuck.”
I step forward, catching her before she falls to the ground. My knees buckle underneath me from the force of the impact. Jade’s eyes widen, and my own heart stops in my chest. The stab of pain goes through my leg, making me freeze for a moment, but I grit my teeth, tightening my arms around her as I fight through the pain while trying to keep us upright.
“Damn, that was close,” Grace mutters as she joins us. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay.” She tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I don’t budge. “Let me go.”
“Not a chance in hell, doll.”
“Let me go, or I’m going to scream.”
“Maybe you should…” Grace tries, but I give her a warning glare that makes her shut up, so I turn my attention to the woman in my arms.
“Since you’re already making a scene, I don’t see how you can do any more damage, but I invite you to try,” I grunt and toss her over my shoulder. Securing my hold, I start toward the door, daring anybody to get in my way or say anything.
