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Ted opened the door for her. The muffled music blared at her as she walked back inside the bar. She pulled her phone out of her bag and blew out a deep breath. She headed over to the bar and found an empty seat nearhim. Her gaze landed on Draven who was still glued to the television.
That man sure did love him some football. Anew game was on. The only reason Cashea knew was because the players’ uniforms were different colors.
“I thought you were leaving.” Danny sidled up to her. He leaned his hands on the counter with concern in his eyes.
“I would have, but it would appear someone slashed my tires,” Cashea drawled out. Her anxiety was quickly turning to anger. She wondered if the bar had any cameras out in the parking lot. If they had him on film doing it, then she could make him pay. Maybe get a lawyer and sue him.
She rolled her eyes. A lawyer? That would cost more than the damn tires. She was royally screwed in this matter. Who would believe her anyway? She was new to town, and Brett’s family was well known. No one would believe her. They would probably spin it as if she were the one chasing him and using it as a stunt.
Yup, she was screwed.
“Say what now? You said your tires were slashed?” Danny sputtered. He dragged his fingers through his graying hair. He looked about as stressed as Cashea felt at the moment.
She slid her finger along the screen of her phone so she could open up therideshare app.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Welp, if you want to go look yourself, then you’ll see my truck with a major lean. Both of the passenger-side tires are completely flat,” she said dryly. She punched in the information needed, and just what she’d thought, the cursor just circled and circled until it came back that no drivers were available. She sighed and opened up another rideshare app and repeated the information to see if they had cars. Of course there weren’t any. She bit her lip and thought about texting Sara. She didn’t live too far from Cashea. Maybe she wouldn’t mind coming back to get her. “And the person even left me a message on my back windshield.”
Cashea placed her phone on the counter. Draven pushed back from the bar abruptly. She jumped at the sudden move. Her eyes widened as he came to stand beside her.
“What did the message say?” Draven growled.
The scent of him washed over her. Even though they were in the bar, she picked up notes of sandalwood and musk. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. Cashea swallowed hard, staring into his eyes. Maybe Monica was onto something. The glint in his eyes was definitely something dark.
“Bitch,” she repliedlow. She didn’t need to speak up any louder. The way his nostrils flared told her that he’d heard her.
He reached in his back pocket and pulled his wallet out. He tossed a few bills toward Danny.
“Keep the change,” he muttered. He turned back to her and jerked his head. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”
Chapter Four
Draven wasn’t sure when he’d taken hold of Cashea’s wrist, but he told himself that it was so they didn’t separate while walking through the crowd. Her soft skin was a direct contrast to the calluses that plagued his hand. He had the urge to want to run his hands along her entire body to see if the rest of her was just as silky smooth.
The Hen House was overly crowded tonight. It was no wonder Ted and his men hadn’t seen Brett get handsy with Cashea. That shouldn’t have gone down, and he’d made sure that Ted knew his thoughts about it.
Draven’s anger rose again. He may not havebeen looking at her when she’d returned to the bar, but he’d certainly known the instant she had arrived. He’d purposely continued to watch the game, but he’d heard every word she had said to Danny.
It would appear someone slashed my tires.
Draven had to control himself from getting up and going to find that asshole. The buzz he’d had from his drinks instantly disappeared. He already knew who had done this to her, and the fact that he’d left her a little message had Draven seeing red.
I should have broken something on that fucker,he growled in his head. It would look as if he would have to go and teach good ol’ Brett some manners.
Draven was cut off by a guy trying to sweet talk some questionably young girl into something. Draven paused beside him, refusing to walk around him.
“Girl, my car is right out front,” he said. He paused his begging and turned to Draven with a scowl. The guy tipped back his head and met Draven’s glare. Whatever he was about to say froze on his lips.
“Move,” Draven growled.
The guy didn’t say a word but ushered the girlout of the way. Draven continued on with Cashea in tow. They arrived at the entrance to the bar. He pulled her in front of him and pushed open the door to the bar to allow her to exit first. She dipped down slightly and went under his arm. He followed behind her and took in Ted standing outside.
“Were you able to find a ride?” Ted asked her.
She hefted her ridiculously large bag up on her shoulder. It looked too heavy for her. He didn’t know what all she had in there.
“I’m her ride,” Draven snapped. He moved over to her and took her hand in his. This time his cock stiffened. He bit back a curse. He shouldn’t be having this type of reaction to her in front of another man. He glared at the bouncer and took a step closer to him. “How the hell did y’all allow that asshole to fuck with her car? What the fuck is the purpose of security here?”
