Page 136 of Beautiful Collide

Don’t do it. Don’t do it.

Mason’s hand presses firmer against me, probably feeling the tension rolling off me like a thundercloud.

“Hudson,” he warns under his breath.

He has a point.

Molly’s feisty as hell. She’d be pissed if I interfered. She’s handled worse, I’m sure. If she catches me storming over there, she’ll probably bite my head off before Hayes even gets the chance to process what’s happening.

Not to mention, the press will have a field day if they catch wind of this.

I exhale a shaky breath, willing myself to calm down, to let it go—

And then that bastard touches her waist.

My blood boils.

My vision goes red.

That’s it.

Mason’s hand is no longer enough to stop me.

I shrug him off and stalk across the bar, the pounding of my feet matching the rapid beat of my heart. Every muscle in my body is taut, coiled like a spring about to snap.

“Hudson,” Mason hisses from behind me, but his voice fades into the background.

It’s just Hayes and me now.

And he has no idea what’s about to hit him.

Mason sighs, giving up. “Well, shit. This is gonna be good.”

Once I’m done kicking Hayes’s ass, Mason is up next.

It doesn’t take me long to reach them, and by the time I get there, Molly is already trying to step away. The polite smile she’s throwing at the center is the fuck-off smile Molly reserves for people she thinks are assholes. Present company included most of the time.

Luckily, she no longer looks at me this way.

The asshole doesn’t seem to notice the signals Molly throws out because his hand is still on her.

“Hey,” I say, my voice low and even, the kind of calm that usually comes before a fight.

The guy turns, looking me up and down.

His expression shifts when he recognizes me. “What do you want, Wilde?”

I ignore him, my attention on Molly. “Everything okay here?”

Molly blinks before meeting my stare. “Fine.”

“You sure you’re fine, or is he giving you a problem?” I gesture to Hayes.

He frowns, clearly annoyed now. “What’s your problem, man? We’re just talking.”

“Talking doesn’t involve touching unless you were invited,” I tell him.

The guy bristles but takes a step back. “Should be a fun game tomorrow.”

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