Page 40 of Loyalty (The Salvation Society)

“I don’t give a fuck what people think. I only care what you and I think. Now, get your ass in this bed because I’m exhausted,” I say.

She bites her bottom lip and I hold back a groan. I want to bite onto that lip before I slip my tongue into her mouth. I want to run my hands all over her body, making her feel things she’s never felt before. I want her screaming my name while my cock slams into her.

I adjust myself as she climbs onto the bed. But for now, I’ll settle for having her in my arms. She lays her head on my chest and within minutes I’m being pulled under.

“She’s been in the bathroom a long time,” Lane says, looking over his shoulder. “Should we go check on her?”

I check my phone and nod. “She’s got one more minute and I’ll go.”

We’ve been having a great night. We opted for a private room at the restaurant so we could enjoy ourselves without the fans. We’ve been drinking a lot, which is why I’m starting to worry about her. I hope she’s not sick.

“I’m going,” I say, standing up.

The alcohol has my head spin, but I need to make sure my girl is alright. I walk out of the private room, toward the bathroom. I can hear people whispering my name, but right now she’s my priority. As I walk down the darkened hallway to the bathroom, I see a couple pressed against the wall.

Been there my dude.

“Stop!” I hear, spinning around.

That’s when I notice it’s not a couple. It’s some asshole holding my girl against the wall. I don’t even think, I run at him and my fist connects with his jaw. He stumbles back, but I don’t stop. I swing and catch his nose; blood immediately gushes from it. It’s not enough though. His hands were on her. He had her pinned against the wall, helpless. While I waited to check on her.

He falls to the ground and I jump on top of him. Punch after punch, hit after hit, he is groaning in pain. Blood is on my hands and shirt, but I don’t care.

“Kegan, stop!” Hearing her voice makes me freeze with my fist in the air. “Please, stop.”

She’s crying.

I jump off the asshole and pull her into my arms. “Are you alright?”

She buries her face in my chest and fists my shirt in her hands. Cries leave her that wreck me. I’m going to fucking kill this guy.

“Lorelei, are you alright? Please tell me,” I beg.

The alcohol isn’t helping either of us, I know that, but I can’t help it. I feel like I failed her and since that guy is still breathing, I failed her twice.

“I’m fine, just got scared,” she says, sobbing.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m here now,” I whisper, kissing her head.

“Oh, what the fuck!” Lane yells, running down the hallway. “Kegan? What the fuck?”

“He attacked her,” I hiss, looking over her head at him. “I’m not finished yet.”

He runs his hands through his hair looking from the floor where the asshole is to me. “No, we need to get you the fuck out of here. Both of you.”

Suddenly, Lorelei lifts her head and her normally sparkling eyes are filled with horror. “Fuck,” she whispers. “Go out the back with Lane. I’ll go tell someone I found him like this. I’ll get everyone’s things and Everett and Remi.” She pulls away from me and pushes me back. “Go now!”

“I’m not fucking leaving you,” I yell.

Lane pushes on my chest. “Yeah, you are.”

I shake my head and look down at my bloody hands and shirt. I sigh as I look up at Lorelei. She looks broken. No one will believe she had nothing to do with it. Her makeup is running down her cheeks, her eyes are red from crying, which she’s still doing.

“No way. Look at her! They’ll know she was involved. He attacked her!” I scream.

“And you attacked him!” Lane yells back. “She can handle this.”

“No fucking way.”

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