Each song that goes by is like torture. This really must be my punishment.
This is hell on earth.
Seeing another man’s hands on my girl. And I have no right to say anything. Because she isn’t mine. Not anymore.
Pushing myself up, all eyes are on me.
“I’m going to the toilet. Do I need a babysitter?” I hiss.
“Yes. Rowan. Go with him,” Declan orders.
Poor choice. Rowan will cause havoc with me, not stop me.
I clock the guy that was dancing with Hallie also heading to the same destination as me. Perfect.
I quicken my step, and he holds the door open for me. As it closes, I grab him by the scruff of the neck and lift him off the floor.
“What the hell, man!” he stutters.
“Keep your fucking hands off my girl,” I spit.
He shakes his head. God, this is pathetic. She can do better.
I drop him and he backs away, straight into the wall.
“I—I didn’t know she had a boyfriend!” He throws his hands up.
I feel Rowan’s eyes on me, so I shoot him a look to shut the hell up.
I know I’m not her boyfriend. That ain’t the point.
I step closer and shove my finger into his chest.
“If you so much as brush your hand on her one more time, I will cut it off. Got it?”
He nods frantically.
“I won’t. I’ll get my friends and go. Sorry.”
I step out of his way as he scrambles to the door. Wiping my mouth, I turn to Rowan.
“So, umm. You know that asshole is gonna tell Hallie what you’ve just done, right? And you’re going to look like the bad guy here.”
I suck in a breath.
“Fuck. I hate it when you’re right. Suggestions, young wise one?”
He shrugs. “Be the bad guy.”
I arch a brow.
“She kinda fell for you before like that. Minus the whole chase shit, yeah. But she likes you as you. You know? So maybe try a new tactic? Girls like possessive.”
“Jesus. You have a point.”
Hallie did like me for the brute I am. Maybe it’s time to show her just how much I want her.
“Worth a shot.”
