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Being taller than Nails, Cutter blocked his advance. He’d never get close to Emily again. The guy must’ve read Cutter’sdetermination because he quit bitching and stopped trying to go around him.

Cutter studied the situation on the table. The beer mug next to Emily’s right hand wasn’t as full as her friend’s. That was the giveaway. This sneaky action took place too many times in other bars. Unscrupulous fucks slipped drugs into a woman’s drink.

Looking at Emily’s friend, he pointed at the glass in front of her. “Did you drink?”

“Not me.” She shook her head. “I don’t like beer. I warned Emily, but…”

“She did anyway,” he finished for her.

“Yes. She told me she was thirsty.”

“Right,” he said, then slowly turned to face Nails. “I’ll say this nicely. Back off. Leave the girls alone.”

“She’s mine,” Nails argued.

“No, she ain’t. Only a pathetic, worthless fuck roofies a woman’s drink.”

“I don’t need to do that shit. Women want me. Prove it!”

“There’s no time for this nonsense. The girl needs attention.”

“Prove it!” Nails screamed into his face.

Cutter’s eyebrows shot up. Well, if the guy wanted proof, he’d happily oblige. “As you wish.” Clutching Nails by the throat with one hand, he lifted Emily’s mug with the other, then shoved it against the guy’s mouth. Beer dripped down his chin to his clothes. “Drink,” he roared. Striding forward, he pushed the struggling Nails closer to the wall.

“No!” Nails shouted as he tried to swat the mug away. But his shorter arms were no match for Cutter’s longer reach.

“I said, drink,” Cutter shouted against Nails’s face. He pinned him to the wall. “The beer’s the proof.”

A small half circle had formed around them.

“Let him go. You’ve made your point.” Diesel spoke somewhere behind him.

“He’s your man.” Cutter released him.

“Roofies? That’s pretty low, Nails.” Diesel scoffed. “Is that the secret of your charms?”

But the guy had been humiliated enough in front of his club. Wiping the beer off his face with his T-shirt, Nails walked out the door. His friend rushed behind him.

“From what I can see, the girl didn’t drink that much of her beer,” Barron intervened. “She’ll be okay after a few hours’ sleep, but she needs to go home and drink a ton of water. Flush her system.”

Cutter eyed Diesel. After a short pause, the Chaos president nodded in agreement. “She should. Who’s going to take care of her?”

“I will,” Cutter replied, then spoke to Emily’s friend. “What’s your name?”

“Yo-Yoanni.”

He smiled at the nervous girl. “Hi, Yoanni. How did you get here?”

“Emily drove. I can take her back home.”

“Sounds good. I’ll put her in the car and follow you home.”

“Oh, please. Don’t trouble yourself,” Yoanni said. “You’ve been too kind. I can take care of her.”

“Your heart is in the right place,” Cutter said. “But your friend is out cold, and she’ll be difficult to handle. You’re going to need help.”

Cutter moved around the table, then cradled the unconscious Emily in his arms.

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