Chapter 6 Callum – Get Control
CALLUM – GET CONTROL
Her eyes dance like fire when she catches me watching her again, and now I know she’s playing with me.
The little smirk she tossed my way before she slung her arms around the douchebag's neck. I’ve been watching him all night, moving from woman to woman, getting a little too handsy too quickly, and that was before he had another drink.
One woman already smacked him, and another male pinned his arm behind his back.
He’s the type of man that gives other men in clubs a bad rep, and it makes my blood boil.
My hands grip the handrail even tighter, wishing it was that man’s throat.
Jax.
I need to find Jax and have him throw that asshole out, because if I go down there, I’ll rip his fucking cock off with my bare hands and shove it down his pathetic throat.
Jax is sitting in an empty booth typing away on his phone when I walk up to him. He glances up at me, then looks back at his phone, before his head slowly swivels back up to stare at me. His eyes widened in alarm as he stands, jaw set. “What’s wrong?”
My fists clench and unclench. I need to get control of myself before I speak.
“Cal?”
“Dickbag McGhee is dancing with Red,” Knox walks up, rolling up the cuff of his shirt.
“You named her Red?” Jax asks, puffing out a breath, knowing exactly who we’re talking about.
“You told him about Red?” Knox whines. “I thought it was just a me and you thing.”
“He’s serious? This is about Red?” Jax presses.
“Her name is Everlee.”
“I don’t give a fuck what her name is. We said no women right now. We’re taking a break.”
“I don’t want to fuck her,” I defend. That’s a lie.
“No? Does your cock know that?” Jax nods his head at me, making me look down.
“I don’t!”
Knox butts in, not helping. “I do. Fuck, she’s hot. Like the hot girl that doesn’t know she’s hot. She has a bit of fire, but also seems vulnerable.”
“I can’t with this!” Jax runs his fingers through his hair and turns in a circle. “Where’s Emmett when I need him?”
“He’s been downstairs… flirting with her.”
Jax’s eyes flash before he regains control. “He’s a bartender. He flirts with everyone.”
Knox laughs. “She told him he was going to hell. Love her already.”
“You don’t even know her. None of you do. Why are we even talking about her? Is this how this is going to be? Every time a hot chick comes into the club, we’re going to swoon around her and want to fuck her?” Jax blows out an exasperated breath.
“You just admitted she’s hot.” Knox points his finger at Jax, who bats it away.
I try to bring the conversation back to my original point. “No. I don’t want to fuck her. I’m just concerned the guy she’s dancing with is going to hurt her or other women in this club. We need to get him out.”
“He bought a membership tonight. You’re going to revoke it?”
“Yes. Give back his money and send him on his way. If women don’t feel safe here because of assholes like him, then word will spread. It’s bad for business.”
Jax’s eyes, still hard, shift when he realizes it’s less about Red and more about the asshat downstairs.
“Fine. I’ll get his paperwork printed off.
” He stomps towards the office and I walk back over to the handrail, but stand in the corner.
I don’t need her seeing me and trying to put on a show, only pressing dickbag further.
Lizzy is walking away from her when I get to my spot. Some friend she is. She has to see that the guy is up to no good, and here she is, leaving her friend alone on the dance floor.
Irritation prickles under my skin like boiling water.
Dickface runs his grimy hands up her arms, over her shoulders, then down her back, where he plants them near her ass and pulls her to him with a dopey ass grin on his face.
Her hands fly up to his chest to prevent her from colliding with him, and her face contorts.
No doubt smelling all the alcohol that has to be pouring out of his body.
She seems a lot more coherent now that she’s gotten food in her stomach and downed several glasses of water over the last hour.
He must ask her name because she responds with Felicia. Over the years, I became adept at reading lips. She may not have said Felicia, but she sure as shit didn’t say Everlee.
Did she give him a fake name because he’s making her feel uncomfortable?
She looks up to where I was standing earlier. Is she looking for me?
His hands slide down to her ass, and he asks if she wants to leave with him.
She puts her hands on his chest, trying to create distance between them, and shakes her head no.
Good. Don’t go anywhere with him.
The more I’ve seen of her tonight, the more I realize her comment about fucking a guy in the bathroom was a joke. She hasn’t put herself out there like one would expect someone looking for a hookup would.
Dickface must not have liked that answer because he grabs her upper arm and presses his leg between hers.
She pushes away from him, stumbling a little and bumping into the couple behind her, then levels her gaze at him, eyes set in anger, not fear.
She’s a fighter.
“Don’t be a bitch,” he spits. Even if I couldn’t read lips, I would have been able to hear the faint echoes of the words above the music.
My head snaps back to her and a modicum of relief pours in.
She doesn’t fly off the handle. She’s calculated.
Sizing him up with a level of confidence that brings some ease to me.
When she says something back to him, she’s quiet, eyes hard.
I can’t make it out because she’s turned far enough away that I can only see the side of her face now.
Everlee's eyes lift, and I follow her gaze to Lizzy, whose gaze is locked onto her with unwavering intensity. Maybe she’s a better friend than I gave her credit for. Lizzy struck me as the airhead type, but perhaps she was giving her friend some space.
Everlee throws her fingers in the air and signs for the bathroom. She knows ASL. Is she partially deaf, or is Lizzy? Probably Lizzy. It would make sense why she’s so loud.
It’s been a long time since I’ve used ASL, but I still remember quite a bit.
I learned it when I was younger because little Luca was mostly deaf.
He got picked on a lot by kids at school because he could never hear the teachers, and it wasn’t until he was in middle school that they learned he only had thirty percent of hearing in one ear and was completely deaf in the other.
I learned ASL with him, so he had someone to talk to.
My jaw clenches when I see dickface following Everlee off the dance floor. I toss a glance at Lizzy and she’s unaware because Tony is talking to her.
Damn it!
Pushing off the railing, I head for the stairs.