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Tears spring to my eyes as Jason’s fingers dig further into my wrist. He’s always been controlling, but he never laid a hand on me until a few months ago. I shake my head, keeping my eyes on Hero to make sure he sees my answer.
Just as he opens his mouth to respond, a large man in a tight black t-shirt that stretches impossibly over his biceps steps up to us. “Hands off the lady,” he rumbles.
Jason’s eyes widen as they move toward the monster of a man in front of us. “She’s my fiancée,” he defends.
“I don’t care. You’re hurting her.”
Jason looks down at where he’s holding my wrist and the way I can’t put any weight on my foot before he surveys the crowd who have gathered around us, taking stock of how much damage he’s done to his precious reputation. Maybe he should have thought about that before he cheated on me.
His hand loosens around my wrist, and I immediately step out from his reach. Somewhere among the chaos, I forgot about the excruciating pain in my ankle, and the moment my foot hits the ground, my leg buckles beneath me.
Like my night couldn’t get any worse. Like my fiancé coming to a sex club behind my back and dry humping a naughty nurse where the world could see wasn’t bad enough. Now I’m going to fall flat on my face in front of all these people, who have already watched my life fall apart.
The red and black patterned carpet races toward me, but before my body hits it, strong arms wrap around me, and warmth surrounds me a moment later.
CHAPTERFOUR
WYATT
This guy is a fucking asshole.
First, he has the audacity to tell my angel she’s embarrassing him when he’s the one caught with his pants down. Then, when I’m sure I can’t hate him any more than I already do, he lays his hands on her.
If Brodie wasn’t handling it, I would have already stepped between them and removed his hands from my angel, but if there’s one person in this building who can diffuse a situation, it’s our head of security. Plus, he’s intimidating as hell, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying watching this idiot squirm.
The moment he releases her wrist she takes a step toward me, but I can’t allow myself to hope she feels it, too. That’s a bridge I will cross when I come to it, which will be right around the time I convince Elias that she’s the one. When her foot hits the floor, agony crosses her face, and she stumbles.
I step forward and catch her, and the moment her weight settles in my arms, something slips into place that I hadn’t realized I was missing. She fits right into the empty place I realized I had all those months ago, and I’m not sure how I’m ever going to let her out of my arms again.
Carefully, I slip an arm under the back of her knees and hold her against my chest, allowing myself to breathe in her sweet scent. She smells like strawberries and vanilla, an intoxicating combination I could very easily find myself addicted to.
Her eyes clash with mine and the moment takes my breath away. I can barely breathe through the emotions that slam into me.
A small gasp catches in her throat, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me, as if she’s as entranced by our connection as I am. “You should put me down. I’m too heavy to hold like this.”
“Who told you that?” A low growl hangs between us as the last word leaves my mouth. She’s anything but heavy in my arms. In fact, her weight settles the part of me that has always been adrift.
She glances over her shoulder at her asshole fiancé, or ex-fiancé now I assume. It takes every bit of strength I have not to tighten my hold on her luscious body, to keep my hold on her gentle despite the anger raging through my veins.
“Get your hands off my fiancée,” Jason shouts, taking quick steps toward us and reaching for my angel, but I quickly turn my body as Brodie grabs a hold of him.
“It’s time for you to go,” the guard says calmly.
“Not without Leighton,” he snaps.
Leighton. My angel’s name is Leighton.
I meet Elias’s intrigued gaze right before his eyes flick to the angel in my arms. There’s something in the depths that tells me he sees what I do when he looks at her. He sees who she is to us despite only having just met her. It’s not rational, and because of that, he’s going to fight it. I’ve known him long enough to know that if something doesn’t make perfect sense, he rebels against it with everything he has. But I won’t let him this time. Not when the stakes are so high.
Brodie turns his attention to Leighton and me, his brows furrow as I turn her slightly. I’ve never felt so protective over anyone before. Not even when I was a SEAL did I feel this kind of raw sense of duty. “Do you want to go with him, Leighton?” he asks softly. He’s the perfect guard for this place. Soft with the subs, hard with the Doms when they need it.
She shakes her head against my chest, allowing herself to relax into my hold, and fuck me if it’s not the most wonderful feeling in the world to be needed. “No. I don’t want to go with him,” she whispers. She wiggles the huge diamond from her finger and throws it in the asshole's general direction.
“You fucking bitch,” Jason growls, surging toward us, but Elias steps in front of me, his huge stance blocking the path.
“I suggest you get out of my club before I remove you myself.” His voice is low and menacing, and I’ve only ever heard that kind of anger in his tone once before, when his ex-wife left him for his cousin.
“You’ll be back, Leighton. You need me. You’re too fucking useless to live on your own. That’s why your parents basically handed you to me on a silver fucking platter. They knew no one else would want you.” His words are vicious, and she trembles in my arms at the anger in his tone. He’s scaring her.
