Chapter Seven #2

the ground, her stomach heaving in revulsion when he rubbed his

face where it landed between her breasts.

“Mmm, this is perfect,” he

mumbled. “You smell good.”

“Get off me, you

idiot, you don’t smell good.” Disgusted, she

staggered back while trying to push him off her.

“Idiot? We’ll see about

that.” Suddenly he seemed to have a dozen hands because they were

everywhere.

Another crash sounded, this one

louder. Delaney didn’t have time to figure out what was happening

at the back of the restaurant. Vance grabbed her hips to pull her

against him, his lips and tongue wet on her neck.

“Fuck, you make me hard.

Always have,” he mumbled.

He ground his erection into the

juncture of her thighs and for the first time, fear rose to mix

with fury. He leaned forward, and off balance, she lurched back

under his weight, coming up against her car. Artificial light cast

shadows over the ugly expression on his face.

“You’re not going

anywhere, not until I have a taste of what you’ve been denying me.

I deserve a little of what I heard you gave that fucker

McGrath.”

Wet lips grazed her cheek. She locked

her arms against her chest to push him away. “Get away from me.”

Adrenaline had the blood pounding in her ears and her field of

vision narrowing so all she could see was the predatory leer on his

face.

Thinking only of survival, she dodged

his mouth, gathered her strength, and rammed her knee up, smashing

it solidly into his groin. He bent double, hands over his crotch,

as he dropped to the pavement while letting out a high-pitched,

agonized groan.

Her chest heaved as she fought back

the urge to kick him again, this time in his ass.

“Good one,

Laney.”

She jerked her head as Walker rushed

over to stand in the glow of the light. His hair curtained his

face, and when he pushed it back, he winced.

“What happened to

you?”

“Nothing.” He nodded to

Vance, now curled like a boiled shrimp, hands still cupped over his

balls. “Guess you don’t need my help.”

Vance was barely moving and continued

to take wheezing breaths, eyes screwed tightly shut. Her stomach

clutched.

“Oh my god, what if I

really hurt him?”

Walker let out a bark of laughter.

“You hurt him all right, but I’m guessing it’s no more than he

deserved.” He gave her an all-encompassing look, which only added

to her nerves.

“Why are you looking at me

like that?”

He shook his head.

Vance uncurled slowly and rolled onto

all fours. Walker pushed him with the toe of his boot and sent him

sprawling back onto the pavement. “Stay down, man. You’re not going

anywhere.” He sounded casual, but there was an undercurrent that

had Delaney giving him a sharp look.

His fists were clenched and his jaw

looked like it was swelling. He was holding himself back, but she

was sure if Vance made one wrong move, Walker’d unleash the power

coiled in his tough body.

“Sorry I wasn’t here

sooner so I could kick his ass for you. I got held up.” He glanced

toward the door to the bar. “What’d he do to deserve

it?”

“Wait, what happened to

your jaw? Was that you banging around outside the bar?”

“Answer the question,

Delaney. Tell me what Norris did so I know whether I need to break

his face.”

There it was again, Walker’s

rock-solid steadfastness. Even when they’d been kids, he’d always

had her back. Now she found his behavior confusing. He’d

disappeared for years yet he acted like he had the right to step

right back into that role.

She took a deep breath and held it,

then let it out slowly so she could speak without adrenaline

causing her voice to quaver. “He had his hands all over me, pushed

his groin against me. I told him to leave me alone, but he said he

was going to get what he heard I’d given you.”

The fists that’d begun to relax

tightened again and Walker’s expression turned murderous. He

squatted and put his face near Vance’s. “You fucker. You’re lucky

all you got is a knee in the nuts. I ever find you near Delaney

again you’ll get more than that. We clear?” His tone was low and

coarse, with an undercurrent of violence that sent a shiver down

her spine.

“I can take care of

myself, Walker. I’ve been doing it a long time.”

“Yeah, I can see that. But

now he knows I’ll watch out for you too. If he lays a hand on you

again, I’ll rip his smug face off. Right, Norris?”

She opened her mouth, but the look he

shot her had her shutting it with a click. He’d always been

headstrong and fiercely protective of those he considered “his

people,” which had basically meant his immediate family, and

hers.

He’d also been strong-willed and, in

his own way, a staunch fighter for justice. Until everything had

blown up in his face and he’d ended up in prison for a crime he

hadn’t committed.

She couldn’t imagine how those events

must have messed with him. But that wasn’t her problem. Walker had

made it clear the summer they’d spent as a couple was over. He’d

moved on, and so had she.

Mostly.

Vance pushed himself to sitting,

Walker still crouched in front of him. “We understand each other,

Norris?”

“Fuck off,” Vance hissed

between his teeth. Something in Walker’s expression must’ve gotten

through because Vance muttered, his tone surly, “I don’t want her

anyway. She’s frigid.”

“Walker.” Delaney put a

hand on his shoulder not so much because she didn’t want him

breaking Vance’s nose, but because No-Neck, the guy who’d walked

into Easy Money with Vance, was lurching toward them from across

the parking lot.

In one swift move, Walker rose to his

feet, shifting in front of her. “Stay behind me.”

No-Neck approached the circle of

light. Blood dripped from a cut lip and the skin around his eye

looked puffy. He eyed Walker with a sullen expression. “What the

fuck’s going on here?”

Delaney moved so she could see the guy

over Walker’s shoulder. “Your friend got handsy with me, that’s

what happened.” He wasn’t someone Delaney recognized from Sisters.

He looked like a bouncer. Between his thick muscles and crooked

nose, she figured fighting wasn’t new to him.

Vance tottered to his feet, his face

pasty white. No-Neck’s presence must’ve given him courage because

he snarled, “You’ll be fucking sorry for this. Both of you. A

stupid bitch and an ex-con. I’ll ruin you.”

Moving so fast Delaney could only

blink, Walker grabbed Vance by the front of his shirt, slamming him

back against the truck high enough to force him to his tiptoes.

Vance wasn’t a small man, but Walker handled him like he weighed no

more than a sack of potatoes. “Watch who you’re threatening,

asshole.”

No-Neck lunged forward, focused on

Walker, and Delaney did the only thing she could think to do. She

stuck out her foot.

No-Neck let out a surprised grunt and

went sprawling on the pavement.

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