Page 16 of Defy
"Get on your knees and wrap those lips around my cock, bitch," A slurred voice I don't recognize echoes through the darkness. It's the voice that follows that we both know.
"Let me go," Emerson whimpers just before we hear a very audible smack.
"Suck it, you fuckin' cunt," the slurred male voice bellows.
Breaking into a sprint, we come up on Emerson pinned on her knees up against the building and who I believe to be one of Rigg's prospects with his cock in one hand and her hair in his other. Quinn walks up behind the guy and presses the black barrel of his gun to the back of the prospect's head.
"Take your hands off her motherfucker before your brains end up all over the building."
Releasing his hold on her hair, Emerson falls to her hands and crawls away. As soon as I help her to her feet, she begins to sway.
"Logan?" she looks up at me confused
"I got you," I tell her. I don't think I've ever seen Emerson drunk. Come to think of it she doesn't drink much at all. "How much have you had to drink?" I question her.
"I think I had a beer?" she questions herself. "Logan, something not right. I think something was in my drink." She tries her best to shake it off, but I still have to help her stand.
"Come on. The bitch isn't here with anyone. We were going to have a good time," the prospect says tucking his dick back into his pants.
Lifting his foot, Quinn plants his boot on the guy's ass shoving him face first into the brick wall. "I believe her words were let me go. Which means she said no you piece of shit," Quinn growls.
Shit. I can't leave Quinn with this guy. I pull my phone from my pocket and call Gabriel. He picks up instantly.
"Yeah."
"Find Riggs. Tell him we have a situation with one of his men. And send Bella out with him," I instruct.
"Got it," He replies.
Less than two minutes later Riggs is walking around the corner with my woman tucked behind him until he notices the site is secure, which earns major points with me. I hand Emerson over to Bella and let her know what's going on and tell her to take her upstairs and have her looked at. She listens and quietly leads Emerson through the back door bypassing the party through the kitchen.
Facing Riggs, I give him the run down, "Your boy here was about to rape a friend of ours. By the way she was acting, I'm willing to bet he put something in her drink as well." Quinn walks the prospect over to us and holsters his weapon on the way.
"You're fuckin' out probate. This is the third fuck up. I'm willing to bet your fuckin' wasted on those damn pills again too.” Riggs reaches out and roughly grabs the young man's chin in his hand and looks him in the eyes. "Kiwi is going to drain your gas tank. Once he does, you're going to get on your bike and duck walk your ass off this property. You got me?"
The prospect hangs his head, knowing he's past the point of fucked up and doesn't say a word. Riggs makes a call and Kiwi finds his way out back, and the two of them have a brief discussion before he takes care of the order he was given. Riggs crosses his arms and sighs, "Brother, I'm sorry for the trouble. I should have given that boy the boot a month ago, but I tried to give him a chance- show him something better. Is there anything else I can do to fix this?" He asks me as we walk back around to the front where Kiwi is letting the gas from the guy's tank drain out into a can.
"You took care of your own man. Nothin' more needs to be done, brother," I assure him. Quinn sits the prospect down on the graveled ground next to the front door and instructs him to stay put.
"Logan, you need me I'll be upstairs," he says before swinging the door open letting the music filter outside.
Riggs and I stand and wait until Kiwi has finished. We watch the young man walk his bike down the gravel road and out past the gates before retreating to the party. I'm done for the night, so I slowly start to shut things down, then seek out my woman to take her to bed.
