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My jaw is clenched so tight the muscles in my face ache. I know he’s going to use every tool he’s got to try and keep her. I know why I want her, but I can’t figure out why he does. He doesn’t seem to even like her, not if he could betray her the way he has. Going by what Wren has told me of the last year, I don’t think he’s going to be very nice about how he goes about trying to make her stay either.

“Look, I’ll do what I can. I also promised Audrey to tell you she stopped by. So besides bringing you cigarettes, is there anything else you need?” My tone is short, but the words are genuine. Pissed off as I am, if he needs me, I’ll still move mountains for him.

Dolores is right, love forgives, whether the other person deserves it or not.

“Just be here for the therapy session at three,” he says in a clipped tone and hangs up.

For a moment I sit alone in the car and try to let the anger dissipate. Somehow I’m going to have to figure out how to protect Wren from him. I’d like to convince her not to go, but sure as shit Liam will sign himself out of the program if she doesn’t come with me. The rate he’s going, I honestly don’t know how long my son will live if he doesn’t stay.

Hatred fills me, for my son, but also for myself. If I loved her more, I’d make her go, damn whatever he chooses to do. She’s more hurt than she lets on, and I don’t know how much more emotional abuse she can take from him. Worse though, I’m afraid he’ll manage to convince her to stay. Darkness swells inside of me, and even though I have no right to claim her, I can’t seem to stop myself.

I guess we’re going out after all. At least for tonight, I’m going to show Wren who owns her, body and soul.

29

Griffin

“I didn’t take you for a club kind of person,” Wren shouts over the heavy bass of the music.

Bodies writhe against each other under the flashing lights of Club Bacchanalia. It’s a couple hours away in Centralia, closer to the rehab facility where we’re seeing Liam tomorrow. Also, it has the convenience of being away from the prying eyes of Harriston.

“I’m not really.” I have to lean down and yell next to her ear for her to hear me. “I just wanted to do something different with you.”

She turns and gives me a shy smile. She would probably run away if she had any idea what my idea of different is. I want her, in public, to let other men see her, and see me with her. I want to show her off to strangers who won’t bat an eye wondering what we’re doing together other than the fact I’m nearly twice her age. But if I were in a different income bracket, that wouldn’t be all that uncommon either.

“Let’s get a drink,” I suggest and thread our fingers together.

Wren starts to slip her hand from mine, then seems to remember no one here knows us. This awards me with a bigger one of her smiles, and she stops trying to pull away.

At the bar I order us a couple of beers. Something stronger might be better to calm her nerves when she realizes what my plan is, but I don’t want her to have alcohol to excuse either of our actions tonight.

Drinks in hand, I lead her out onto the dance floor, and we dance to the music. Most of my friends back in high school stood around and watched the girls all dance in a cluster. I believed they were missing prime chances to feel up chicks, so I taught myself to dance. Turns out Wren isn’t immune to my dance moves.

I don’t know any of the songs, preferring classic rock to newer more synthesized stuff, but I’m able to find the beat. That’s all I need. Dancing is a lot like fucking. With a good partner, it’s all about finding the rhythm and anticipating your partner. Then you bend and twist their body until you’re both breathing heavy and riding an endorphin high.

Wren follows my lead perfectly. Even here she naturally submits her body to me, and it’s a heady feeling. All around us men watch her hungrily, but as usual she doesn’t see their interest. Her eyes never stray from me, and the anticipation is making my blood sing.

After our drinks are gone and a few songs have passed, I get to the real reason I wanted to come to this club, all of the dark corners. This place isn’t called Bacchanalia just because the alcohol flows freely. It’s known for all sorts of debauchery, and I’m ready to join the revelry. I take her hand and lead her to the second level where there’s more seating and a place you can stand along a half wall to watch people dance down below.

Clusters of tables are interspersed along the floor. If you look too long you might see a hand slide up a skirt, or into a waistband. Wren is right, I’m not really into clubs, but Charlie is. He dragged me out here several months ago when he was trying to hook up with a woman who would only go out with him if her friend could come along.

Dumb fucker forced me to go along only to find out both women were interested in him. It wasn’t a horrible evening for me though. The friend was annoying as hell, and I was already having a hard time ignoring my attraction to Wren. Besides, I get off on watching all the dark deeds people think no one can see.

I kept picturing Wren pushed up against the railing, trying hard to be quiet, and working to make sure she failed. Now I get to see if the real thing lives up to the fantasy.

Leading her over to the iron rail, I place both of her hands on it. With my front pressed against her back, I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “Don’t move your hands or I’ll punish you.”

Being the brat she is, she immediately drops a hand and turns around with a questioning look on her face. That won’t do at all. I grip the back of her neck and turn her back to look out at the crowd. Pinning her in place by pushing my hips against hers, she sucks in a breath when she feels my erection dig into her hip.

I move my hand to wrap around her throat and trace my nose up the side of her neck. “You want to be a good girl for daddy, don’t you?”

She trembles in my hold. “Yes,” she says in a shaky voice.

Increasing my hold just enough to get her attention, I ask her, “What was that?”

“Yes daddy,” she says softly.

My free hand slides over the round globe of her ass, and her fingers clench tighter on the rail while she tries to remain still.

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