Page 13 of Bound by Desire
Two men come up behind Avery and Breelyn, grinding against their asses. We’re all dancing. I think nothing of it until Breelyn’s gaze darts to mine with panic written over it. Halting and taking in the situation, I see the man’s hands are roughly grabbing Breelyn’s ass as she turns around repeatedly, telling him to stop and trying to pull away from him. He holds on tight with his other hand, not lettinghermove.
Bastard.
Marching up to him, I push him off her. “She fucking said no!” I yell over themusic.
He glares at me after bumping into a table where several guys are sitting. Each one of them rises, trying not to let the spilled beer get on their clean dress pants. They need a new hangout if they want to be so damnclean.
“Bitch!” he growls, comingtowardme.
Fuck yeah, this is what I’m talkingabout.
He charges. Two shots to the face has him stumbling backward. A swipe of his feet has him falling flat to the ground on his ass. Then my hair is pulled frombehind.
What the hell is it with men and pulling a woman’s hair? That shit needs to stay in thebedroom.
Lifting my leg, I nail him in the gut, and hedoublesover.
“Bag!” I call out to any of thegirls.
Avery tosses my bag to me. Quickly, I grab the zip ties, just as guy number one comes at me. I just step out oftheway.
His momentum is so much that he doesn’t stop, causing him to fall on top of guy number two, who yells at him togetoff.
Not wasting a second, I pull guy one’s arms behind his back and secure them, pressing him into guy two to hold thembothdown.
I look around for a damn security guard. They’ve been everywhere all night, yet the one time I need them, they’re nowhere to befound.
My friendssurroundme.
“Are you okay?” Skyler asks as I blow a loose strand of hair away frommyface.
“Peachy. Can you find a guard orsomeone?”
Just then, a bulky man who looks as though he’s a brick house pushes his way through the throng of men. He looks at me, then the men, and backatme.
“What the fuck is goin’ on here?” his deep voicebellows.
“Playin’ Candy Land,” I clip, wanting very badly to rollmyeyes.
He crosses his arms over hischest.
I huff. “Fucker wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. Thought this place was supposed to be good on security?” People talk, so I know X has the best, or so Ithought.
“And you did all thisyourself?”
“What the fuck!” A woman’s voice comes frommyleft.
I turn my head, meetingthePrincess. She’s hard not to miss with her dark hair with bright red streaks in it. I’ve seen her out and about in town, but have never officially met her. Only heard of her. And what I’ve heard is she’s pretty fuckingkickass.
The guys below me start to move more. It becomes a struggle to hold them, so I let them go, but stand at theready.
“Fuckers can’t keep their hands to themselves,” I tell her, and her eyes narrow at the men. With one in zip ties and two a bit dazed, it’s almostfunny.
“Dammit,” she growls, turning to the bulky man. “I told you to keep an eye on them.” This comes as a shock, but I listen. “You knew them dancin’ up there would be a magnet.” She doesn’t yell, but her tone is not mistaken. Deadly. Fierce.Powerful.
“Iwas—”
“Don’t,” she growls, clenching her fists. “No excuses. Go see Cali and getreassigned.”
