Chapter 15 #2
“You were actually holding your own,” Nikos commented as he pressed the icepack against his cheek. “I thought you were going to take his head off with your purse. Do you have bricks in there?”
“I should,” Honey said, wondering what she could carry now after this happened. Usually, Roland was out back, but just the possibility of this happening again was spooking her out.
“Why were you out there?” Antonis asked.
“I was going outside to take a smoke break,” Nikos said, and Honey eyed him, hearing the suspicious tone in his voice before she rolled her eyes, having a feeling he had planned on taking a different kind of break with one of the girls. “When I saw him grabbing her, very big guy—
“Tattoo on his neck?” James questioned, and Honey thought about it before she nodded.
“I know who you’re talking about,” James said. “Roland’s seen him lurking in the back, but he had to help me get a couple of guys from out the front. He’s a very big guy, bigger than me.”
“Put more men out in the back,” Antonis demanded. “I don’t want anything like this to happen again and go find the guy who did this.”
James nodded along with the two men behind Antonis, and they left to act out his orders.
Honey stood there uncomfortably, having a feeling that Antonis wasn’t going to show that man any mercy, and though she didn’t care about that man at all, an uncomfortable feeling formed in her chest, thinking that he might possibly die tonight because of her.
It was one thing to beat him up or send him to jail, but it was entirely different for him to die.
She shook away the thought, not wanting to think about that crazy man any longer.
“Are you okay?” Antonis asked as he walked over to her, and when he reached to cup her cheek, she blocked his hand away, not wanting him to touch her so casually.
“I’m fine,” she said. She knew there was a cut on her cheek from where he had grabbed her, but she would tend to it on her own. An uncomfortable silence stretched over the room, and Honey really wished none of this happened tonight, just to avoid this.
Suddenly, Nikos stood to his feet. “I’m going to get some bandages.”
“Heal up,” Antonis told him. “You don’t have to make the drop with us tonight.”
Honey could see the relief in Nikos’s eyes even if he didn’t say it. He turned to leave, but Honey stopped him. Nikos looked at her with an arched brow.
“Thank you,” Honey said, and she could see the shock in his gaze as if he hadn’t expected her to say it. She was stubborn, but she wasn’t that stubborn. “I genuinely mean it. Thanks for helping me tonight.”
And then she did something that she only did with people she liked— she smiled.
Nikos’s blue eyes widened before he nodded. “It’s no problem.”
It looked like he wanted to say more, and usually, Nikos loved to say a flirtatious line to her even if it had no meaning behind it, but he winked at her instead before leaving.
Once it was just herself left in the room with Antonis, she went to grab her purse so she could leave, but suddenly Antonis grabbed her face. Honey stared at him in shock.
“Get off of me,” Honey demanded angrily, wondering what gave him the audacity to touch her like this. He was no different from the man outside, a barbarian who had no care about her consent.
“Why did you smile?” he asked her, and the darkness in his eyes scared her. She pushed him off her as she stared at him in disbelief.
“What the hell is your problem?” she asked. Now, she couldn’t smile unless he allowed her to? She needed to get away from this club and Antonis.
“Don’t fall for my nephew,” Antonis warned her, his tone deathly serious. “Because I would hate to send him back in a body bag to the man that I think of as a brother.”
Honey gasped in shock.
“You’re crazy,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief that he was even contemplating harming his own nephew because she smiled at him. “I barely talk to Nikos, and I was only thanking him for saving my life out there.”
Antonis nodded. “That’s all it can be.”
Honey felt more anger for Antonis right now than she did with the asshole who just attacked her.
Usually, she kept her cool with Antonis, no matter what crazy things he did or said because she knew who Antonis was and the power he had, but right now, caution and fear could no longer dictate her when she felt nothing but anger.
“I can be with whomever I want to be with!” she spat angrily. He wasn’t her dad. He didn’t get to control her decisions.
“You’re mine,” Antonis said. “You can only be with me. No one else.”
Before Honey could say anything, Christos came inside the room. Honey bit down on her lip, trying to tamp down her anger.
“We’re ready,” Christos said, and when Honey saw him pass a gun to Antonis, she quickly looked away, not liking being privy to any of the dark activities that took place at the club. Being a witness to a crime was never good for anyone’s health.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Antonis said, and Honey scuffed. “Get your cut healed up.”
She watched as he left the room with Christos in tow before she growled out in frustration. Antonis was crazy, and he had no regard for her opinion and felt that she was his. She needed to get away from him.