Page 22 of Bound By Temptation

The man behind me made a reach for Glimmer, and I gripped his arm and pushed him back. “Back up, motherfucker.”

She didn’t allow people to put dollars in her G-string or touch her in any way.

Three minutes and twelve seconds seemed to take forever during her sets with the crowd so up and alert. When the last note played, the stage went dark, and I felt it before I saw it.

The man I had pushed back earlier leapt onto the stage.

Glimmer’s scream was next.

Moving fast, I leapt onto the stage and gripped the motherfucker by the back of his shirt and put him in a headlock. Glimmer’s frightened eyes came to mine as this asshole had her wrapped in his arms, hugging her like he had every right to touch her.

“Let go, motherfucker.”

“I love you!” he yelled out, tipping her from side to side.

Gripping under his arms, I released his grip on Glimmer, and Raid was there to put her in his arms and rush her backstage.

Yeah, I needed a bit of a release. This motherfucker just gave it to me.

Knocking him to the ground, my knee went to his back and pressed him firmly to the stage as I pulled his arms behind his back. Reaching in my back pocket, I located a zip tie and put it around his wrists.

The man wasn’t large; he just pissed me off and didn’t follow the rules. That meant he needed to be taught a lesson.

The lights went up while I carried the man off the stage, and the money was cleared by two of the waitresses who I knew would race the money back to Glimmer when she was done.

“You are one stupid motherfucker,” I growled and pulled him up to his feet. The dickhead was still calling out to Glimmer like she wanted to hear all the shit he could buy her. She didn’t need shit from anyone. Considering she was already in the back, she wouldn’t hear this motherfucker anyway.

Seeing everything was good with the club, just people being rowdy, I led this asshole to the backroom at the very end of the dark hall.

Kicking the door shut, I threw the man to the floor.

Seconds later Raid burst through the door and slammed it so hard it shook the walls. His face was a mask of fury.

“Is she okay?” I asked, trying to get a read on my brother. He was as angry as I was, but it was on a different level. Bad day? Or was she hurt in some way.

“She’ll be fine,” he replied, stalking to the man and picking him up by the shirt, his feet dangling as they didn’t touch the floor. “No thanks to you, motherfucker.” Raid’s fist connected with the man’s gut, and he fell back to the floor groaning.

The man on the floor pleaded as I came behind him and picked him up once again. “See, you’ve really pissed him off, and he doesn’t get pissed off. So what do you think he is going to do with you??” I taunted.

Taking out my knife, I cut the ties holding his arms behind him. Once released, he tried to get out of the headlock I had him in. Throwing down the knife, I punched him hard in his right side.

He fell to his knees, and Raid punched him in the jaw and he crumbled to the floor.

“You’re no longer welcomed here. You come near here or Glimmer again, and I’ll beat you until you’re dead. Do you understand me?”

The man had tears rolling down his face. Reaching down, I pulled out his wallet and pulled out the cash and his ID. “Rodger Anvil. I know where you live.” I pulled out a picture of him, a woman and two children. “And I know who your family is. I don’t want to hear or see you again. Do you understand?”

“I get it.” He practically cried.

“You will,” Raid growled, and we started to teach him he wasn’t welcome back to Studio X or anywhere the Ravage MC were.

8

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“Really,I can’t. I have a lot to finish on this cake and only one more day to do it,” I told Blaine, holding the phone between my ear and shoulder. I was knee deep in cake and fondant.

He wanted us to go on a date, but there was so much for me to finish.

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