Page 75 of Jax

Her little pint-sized figure was almost swallowed by the small pocket in the crowd, and I wrapped my arm around her bicep to keep her from nearly falling over. Her hair was a ragged mess, and her makeup was smudged across her face and….

“What the fuck happened to you?” I snapped, grabbing her chin and tilting it toward me. The bright flashing lights of the club did little to hide the stark red mark, and the faintly purpling bruise beginning to show under her skin.

Anna’s tired expression seemed to disappear in a split second, and in its place was a smile that would put Wolf on edge. “I handled it.”

I let her go.

Fuck knows, I didn’t want to know what happened to her… victim.

“I think I’ll let Wolf deal with you first.” I shook my head at her, and she shrugged. She didn’t look too worried. “I’ve spotted Bell and Mint. Where’re Mallory and Ronnie?”

“Mallory’s throwing up in a toilet, and last time I checked, Ronnie was offering body shots on the bar.”

“What the fuck?” I hissed, spinning to where I saw the densest part of the crowd gathered near their source of alcohol, and what must be their entertainment.

I saw red.

I don’t remember pushing my way through the crowd, but all of a sudden, I had some asshole by the shoulder and threw him back with so much force, he tripped and landed flat on his ass. It broke the barrier though, and if I thought I was mad before, I was wrong.

When my eyes laid upon Ronnie on the bar, I thought I had combusted in flames.

She was in the tiniest pair of black denim shorts, and the smallest little pink crop top I had ever seen, half soaked in spilled booze and sweat. Her midriff was bare, a small shot glass perched on her belly button and her black shit-kicker boots banging on the table by my head to the beat of the song. Her arms danced in the air as some asshole leaned down toward the glass.

Oh, hell fucking no.

I had a hand around her ankle and with an ease I shouldn’t have had, I tugged. Hard.

Ronnie’s scream filled the air as her body slid down the bar, glasses smashing in her wake, and came to an abrupt stop in front of me.

Her alcohol-glazed eyes looked up at me from the bar, long hair in a tangle around her face. I saw her sober up in an instant.

“Oh shit,” she breathed.

I couldn’t even speak for fear of killing her right there and then. She looked like one of the fucking club sluts with her shirt hiked up enough to see the bottoms of her breasts and her shorts low enough for a small curl to be peeking over the hem. Fuck, was she even wearing panties or a bra?

I dropped my shoulder against her stomach wrapped my arm around her back and knees, and gave her all the dignity she deserved as I dropped her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey!” Ronnie screeched, but I had long stopped listening to her.

I just wanted the fuck out of there.

Men were protesting as I was leaving, but with the girl draped over my shoulder, and God knew what expression I was currently wearing, none of them moved to physical action.

It also helped when three more brothers stormed through the door looking pissed as hell.

Every man in the bar knew then not to challenge the leather-clad men, and they even parted as I stormed the hell out of there just as Wolf, Pipe, and Hunter made their way to Anna’s post by the door.

His shouting didn’t start as I pushed through the door, only giving Anna a small glare where she was standing obediently as Pipe and Wolf headed over in Mint’s direction, and Hunter toward the bathrooms.

Anna didn’t say anything. She just smiled at the girl who was making garbled noises over my shoulder and gave a sympathetic shrug my way. I’m sure she was trying to direct a message to me over the noise that was beginning to rise over where Wolf and Pipe had just headed, but I couldn’t, and didn’t want to, process anything else tonight.

I just shook my head at her and pushed out into the crisp night air.

I got to my bike and stopped. The street lamps and quiet of the late night had clarity reaching my senses. There was no way she would be able to ride in this state and that put me off even more.

I sighed, her dead weight on my shoulders sinking into my tired muscles. I still felt angry. Hell, I wanted to tie the girl with ropes and leave her in the center of local train tracks I was so pissed—not that I would, but that’s what I felt like doing.

“You’re so goddamn lucky I’m shit tired, Ronnie,” I grumbled, my hand coming down over her ass with a harsh slap. It was minimal to what I wanted to do to her right then, but it was satisfying nonetheless.

---