Those pale eyes narrow. “Of you.” He unfolds his arms and points a finger at me. “What the hell did you do? Stay away from her. Don’t you dare touch her.”
I almost laugh. “The fuck you say.”
“She’s vulnerable and you’re fucking pushing her, aren’t you? To sleep with you?”
“You know nothing about me and don’t fucking presume stuff, okay?” I’m quickly losing my cool. “Why is she vulnerable, dammit? What did you do to her?”
“I?” He prowls closer and plants a hand in the middle of my chest. “Are you accusing me of molesting her?”
“Well, did you?”
With a low curse, he gives me such a shove I’m slammed into the wall, the air leaving my lungs in a whoosh. “You fucking dare.”
His voice is a deep baritone that curls inside me and gets me hard all over again. He’s close… too close. He smells like aged whiskey and smoke, and I find myself drawing that scent in, studying his handsome face. His eyes are full of outrage, but not only. There is… interest there as he studies me right back.
This is getting weird. And like I said, I’m not into guys, especially not other alphas.
Okay, maybe I am, a little.
I shove him off me. “Look, she’s acting off. I’ve known her for years and she’s confident, relaxed, and outgoing. I’ve never seen her spooked before. I need to know what happened so that I can stop spooking her.”
“If you’re spooking her, that means you’re pushing her.”
“No, asshole,” I snap. “I only asked if she would like to go out, and she ran.”
“Ran? Where?”
“Out of the gym. My roommate saw you driving her home that night. So what the fuck happened?”
“Are you asking me if we fucked?” He sneers. “Is that why you’re here? Are you jealous, blondie? Wanna measure dicks? You’ll lose.”
“Fuck you. I’m here because I’m fucking worried about her, you dipshit.” I swallow hard. “If you think having money makes you untouchable, think again. If you’re the one who hurt her, I’ll bust your goddamn balls.”
I expect a comeback at best, a punch at worst, but the only thing that happens is that his brows shoot up.
“I… like you,” he says, sounding reluctant.
“Well, I don’t like you. Did you hurt her, motherfucker?”
His mouth twitches. Then his gaze hardens. “It wasn’t me.”
“So someone did? Who? I’m shaking with adrenaline and fury. “Who the fuck hurt her? I’ll kill him.”
“Get in line. In fact… step into my office. We have to talk.”
I bristle at the commanding tone. I’m an alpha myself. Just because I’m younger than him doesn’t mean he can order me around. However, I follow him, swallowing my pride, because he has answers for me.
I’m doing it for Coco, dammit. Because I’m getting really worried, more so after what he said.
On the office door, there is a sign that says Manager, Archer McGraw. That’s one of Gigi’s alphas. Atticus doesn’t even knock. He opens the door and I follow him inside.
Archer isn’t in. It’s a cozy, masculine space with leather armchairs and a dark mahogany desk.
“Should we be in here?” I ask, glancing around.
“Archer won’t mind. We share the space sometimes.” He props a hip against the desk and folds his arms over his chest.
And proceeds to tell me how two motherfucking assholes grabbed Coco, my Coco, muffled her screams and were about to carry her out of the bar and take her God knows where.
