Rafael
The moment I set foot in the club, I see her, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Her tight little ass is snug in some booty shorts that have my blood boiling, and as she pushes off the bar, some jerk with a death wish steps into her space. I crack my neck from side to side, push past the countless drunks as I stride toward her, but when the little prick touches what’s mine, I see red.
Uncontrolled fury blurs my thoughts as I take his wrist in my hand and twist it. “Ahhh. Fuck, dude. Come on, that’s my throwing hand.” His face contorts in agony that gives me no satisfaction. “You touched what doesn’t belong to you,” I respond with a tone so cold it could turn the biggest motherfucker’s blood to ice. The feeling of accomplishment only comes when I hear the snapping of his bone penetrate his skin and he wails like a pussy.
“Holy shit!” His friends surround me, and my lip twitches at their confidence. To hurry things along, I drop the little bitch to the floor while he squeals. The move diverts their attention briefly, long enough for me to pull my guns from my shoulder holster and aim them at his friends.
Immediately, they hold their hands up.
“What the fuck, Rafael?” My gaze locks on to Reece O’Connell, the devious little bastard who thought it was wise to meddle in my private life. A move he will pay for later, him and his uncles.
With a bored expression, I glare back at him. “I want my little doll back.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. The little prick has bulked up since I last saw him, and he’s also not so little anymore.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirks, and I take a menacing step forward, over fucking around. Then I grab a hold of his shirt and twist it in my fist, pulling him toward me.
A loud chuckle rumbles through his chest as I glare at him.
Then he licks his lips slowly. “Ya know, if you ask me nicely, I might have a tiny snippet of information.”
Wasting no time, I bring my gun beneath his chin. Yet he shows not a glimmer of fear.
“Let’s not risk either of us getting our brains blown out.” He tilts his head to the side, and I follow his eyes. Three men stand with guns trained on me. “Saturday nights, my girl rides my pole like a stripper.” He chuckles while my mind whirls with that he said. His woman used to be a stripper, but there’s no way O’Connell would have her working here now. “Roleplay.” His eyebrows bounce up and down, and I rear back and let him go. He is certifiably insane, for sure. I had a gun to his chin, and he was talking about sex?
Then I give my head a quick shake, past playing with him, and his bright-blue eyes bore into mine with jest, and I know I’ve been played, that he’s prolonged this for a reason.
“My. Fucking. Doll,” I growl.
Slowly brushing his palms over his shirt, he delivers a tsking sound. “She’s running out the back door now.” He tilts his head toward a staff-only exit, and I drop my hands, tuck my guns back into my holster, and ignore the chaos echoing around me at Reece and his security seeing the trash out.
A flash of brown hair sways as she rushes toward the fire exit. My pulse races with adrenaline at each step I take. “Little Doll. Little Doll, Daddy wants to play.” She pushes through the door, and my stride turns into a run at the thought of losing sight of her when I only just found her.