Chapter 4
LEO
My vision is blurred with a red mist and an angry tunnel that leads straight to this asshole that thinks it’s okay to touch My Amy.
He’s crawling away from me on the ground, holding his bloody nose, and I know without a doubt that I will pummel his sorry ass into oblivion for touching a woman without her consent. For touching Amy.
“Stop.” Amy’s voice slices through the mist, stopping me in my tracks. “You’ll kill him.”
There’s a plea in her voice, and while I’m certain she doesn’t have any feelings for this piece of shit, she doesn’t want him dead.
Her voice trembles, and I realize that in my haste to kill this bastard, I haven’t checked on my girl. It means revealing that I’m here, but I don’t give a fuck. Amy’s not staying in this shithole for one second longer.
Slowly, I turn around, and she gasps in surprise, her mouth popping open in a perfect O.
“Are you hurt?”
I kneel by her side, my gaze running over her body. If there’s any bruise or mark on her, I will track that fucker down and kill him.
Amy stares at me wide-eyed.
“What are you doing here, Leo?”
She’s covered in dirt, but otherwise there’s no physical damage, which means that asshole just got his life back.
I can’t explain to her now about her overprotective father whose instincts were right about this festival. Instead, I slide one arm around Amy’s waist and the other under her legs and lift her off the ground.
“I’m taking you home.”
She lets out a sob and leans into my chest, her head resting right over my thumping heart.
“Do you need to get anything?”
She shakes her head. “Just get me out of here.”
The scumbag has wisely made a run for it because he’s nowhere to be seen when I turn around with Amy in my arms.
She leans against me like an exhausted child as I navigate the groups of people dotted about on the grass.
The crowd thins out as we move away from the horrendous music that’s been assaulting my ears all day. I head to the security entrance where I know some of the guys, and they open a side gate for us.
With Amy still in my arms, I unlock my car and use one arm to pull the passenger door open. Before I place her into the seat, I look down at the woman in my arms.
Her body is curled into mine, and she’s clinging to me around the neck. She looks vulnerable, and a wave of anger courses through me again when I think of that asshole.
“You’re okay now, angel. I’ve got you.” I kiss the top of her forehead, breathing in the fragrance of her lavender shampoo.
I slide her into the passenger seat and jog around to my side of the car.
Amy sits silently, her legs curled up in the seat as we drive to my place.
I don’t push her. I don’t ask her questions. It’s enough that I’ve got her in my car and I’m taking her home where I can look after my girl.