Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
She’s not your problem.
I know this. My heart knows this. My body knows this. But my brain? My brain knows better. My brain knows that anything involving Allie is my concern.
“Get out of the way!” Somebody yells and pushes me from behind, sending me into the asshole crowding my right.
Asshole gives me a death glare and shoves me back. “The fuck is your problem?”
I shove him back harder. “You and all the other assholes in here looking at my girl.”
“Don’t look like she’s yours from where I’m standing.”
This douchebag. “She is. Now move the fuck on before I make you.”
“Guess you’ll have to make me.” He raises his fists, and I do the same, but unlike him, I’m not afraid to throw a punch.
“No problem.” I grit out as I pull my arm back and hit him straight in the chin, knocking his teeth together. He doubles over and bounces off the table Allie is dancing on. Of course he had to fall that way. She wobbles, fear flickering in her eyes when she realizes she can’t catch herself. Her mouth opens, and I’m not sure if she’s going to scream or call for help, but it doesn’t matter. When she pitches forward, I snatch one of her wrists and use her momentum to throw her over my shoulder.
A shriek of terror rips from her throat. “Oh my God! What the hell? Put me down!” She thrashes around like a lunatic, most likely with the hopes I’ll get annoyed and let her go.
Not tonight, filly. You’ve had enough fun.
I turn and face the exit. Ten to fifteen men stand between me and the door. I stare them down. “Show’s over. Go home or sit the fuck down. I don’t care, but if you stop me from going through that door over there, you’ll regret it.”
A few of them curse me under their breath, and one even grumbles, but they listen and slowly disperse throughout the bar. I’m almost disappointed at how easy that was.
“Put me down right now, or else!” Allie threatens.
It’s adorable because what the fuck is she going to do?
“I’m not scared of you, little filly,” I respond, tightening my grasp on her legs.
That only makes her fight harder and, in turn, makes my cock stiffer. I ignore the ache behind my zipper and nudge the door open with my foot.
“I’m taking her outside to get some fresh air,” I yell to Saint, who is across the bar talking on her phone. Don’t know if she heard me, but it doesn’t matter. One way or another, she’ll find us. I breathe a sigh of relief once we’re outside.
“I hate you!” Allie yells, and this time, there is some heat behind her words.
I swat her on the ass. The slap makes my palm sting, so I can only imagine how her ass cheek feels. “Stop lying.”
“I’m not lying. I hate you. I hate you so much. Now put me down, or you’re going to regret it!” Her nails bite into the back of my neck, and I grit my teeth at the sudden pinpricks of pain. Fuck, the way she hurts me feels so good. If only she weren’t acting like a brat, I could enjoy this moment a little bit more.
“I’m sure,” I say and walk us around the side of the building so we’re clear of any witnesses. Once we’re out of sight, I place her on her feet. She sways unsteadily, her legs wobbling like a newborn calf.
I reach for her, worried she’s going to crumple to the ground, but she doesn’t.
She catches herself against the wall, then swats my hands away like they’re annoying flies. There’s a scowl on her face. How dare she be mad at me when it was her behavior that got her here in the first place? She should be thanking me.
“Happy now?” I yell.
Taking a step forward, she shoves me. “No, I’m not happy. I want to go back inside and keep drinking and dancing. You ruined my night, just like you ruin everything.”
Her fucking audacity. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t own me, Kade. You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t do.” She’s right, she doesn’t belong to me, and she isn’t my responsibility, but that doesn’t mean a fucking thing to me. Not when she’s in my fucking soul.
“You’re right. I guess I should’ve just left you to strip in front of all those guys,” I shout right in her face.
“You should’ve. I’m a big girl. I can make my own choices.” I notice the goose bumps that pebble her skin, and when she wraps her arms around her middle to warm herself up, I can’t stand it.
“Could’ve fooled me.” I snort and shrug off my jacket to drape it across her shoulders, careful not to touch her bare skin. It’s long enough that it falls past her hips, swallowing her frame. Our size difference has always been humorous to me.