Page 44 of Firecracker

The drunk man bellows out in pain. “Bitch, you better let go of my arm.”

I see his friends form a circle behind him and one man says, “What the fuck?”

I’m about ready to let him go when Izzy spouts off, “Your man here was groping up my girl. Without consent.”

Shy, Quick, and Gus, along with a handful of other men move into the circle.

I smile at Quick who is looking murderously close to killing the dude I’m holding, and the dipshit decides to spout off, “Fuck this bitch. She was fucking showing us her pussy earlier.” I wrench his arm harder putting all my weight into it, and he cries out.

Everyone starts yelling at once. The girls are yelling at Sam while Shy tries to calm everyone down. Quick moves to stand next to me and I look up at him with a smile.

He’s not happy but when he sees me smiling, his whole body persona changes, and he laughs, folding his arms over his chest. “Well fuck me ‘til Tuesday. My little firecracker can take care of herself.”

Usually, I hate when people use that phrase but coming out of Quick’s delicious mouth I laugh and release the man with a push. I stand up, turning to Quick. “I’ll fuck you ‘til Sunday, and yes, I told you I can take care of myself. Your secretary here Uncle Sam is a little drunk.”

Quick gives me a quick kiss before saying, “He’s not our secretary, Firecracker.”

Shit.

Quick’s facial expression turns back to enraged when he turns to face the man who touched me. He’s grabbing his arm while being helped up by a few of his friends. Shy’s talking to the other guys in the group of men while Gus moves the girls back.

Quick faces me again. “What did he do?” he asks concerned.

“He grabbed my ass a couple times. Nothing to fuss over.” I smile, hoping he’ll let it go.

Quick looks back at the man in question, who is now staring daggers at me, red in the face.

Fucking great! I’m always the problem.

Quick looks back over to me and asks with a smile, “Can I please take care of this for you?”

Swoon. My heart drops. He just asked me for permission.

My eyes tear up, but I blink them back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hurt him.”

God, it's me. Something always happens to me.

“Whoa…Firecracker. Where’d you go? Come back to me,” Quick states as he moves to grab me, but drunk Sam, who is definitely not like my sexy Sam, mouths off. Whoa, my sexy Sam - where the fuck did that come from?

“Is that your bitch?” He stands tall bending his arm, moving it around. “How the fuck are we supposed to know whose bitch is whose?”

Ginger mouths off, “you fucking ask them before you violate them motherfucker.”

Shy turns giving her a look before turning to the man. “We don’t touch any women here or anywhere without their consent.”

Fucker keeps yammering digging his hole deeper. “You have club whores. How the fuck are we supposed to know that this bitch who was showing us her pussy earlier-”

Quick moved so fast no one could have stopped him from cutting Sam off by picking him up, slamming him to the ground. His men react, but Mac, Dallas, and all the men swarm around them.

The music has stopped, and everyone has moved to see what is going on, making it really crowded. I can’t take my eyes off Quick. I can’t believe how fast he was.

“That bitch is my fucking woman and if you ever call her a fucking bitch, I’ll end you, motherfucker.”

Everyone stops. I look around. Everyone’s eyes are pretty much mimicking mine. Shocked. He just called me his woman.

Shy recovers first. “Quick, let him up.”

More people have walked up, and an older gentleman walks up next to Shy and yells, “Sam get the fuck up. What the fuck did you do this time?”

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