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“Get out of my way,” she said and sidestepped around me. “You have to rescue a damsel, remember? I’m a big girl. There’s a woman out there who needs your help more than I do. Get out of here,” she said and walked away from me.
“Charlie,” I shouted and jogged after her. “My driver is going to stay out here. Here is his number.” I handed her his business card. He is going to wait here until you come out. If you need help, you message him immediately. He’ll know what to do.”
She glanced back at my driver. He was one of the best drivers on my Seattle staff and he also doubled as security. If she was in danger, he was who she needed, not me. I felt terrible letting her wander back into the lion’s den, but something told me that there was nothing I could do to stop her.
She snatched the card from my hand and shoved it in her handbag. “Go get your girl,” she said and disappeared back into the club.
“Boss?” the driver asked. He held the car door open for me.
“You stay here. That woman’s name is Charlie. She’s got your number. You need to make sure she’s safe.”
“Looks like she can handle herself,” my driver said and laughed to himself.
He was right. Just like Lucy, she was a strong-willed woman. Before I met Lucy, I wouldn’t have appreciated that quality in a woman, but she had changed me, she had made me see things differently. Before, all I would’ve seen was Charlie, naked, between the sheets of my bed. Now, I didn’t even feel a sexual connection to the beautiful woman, but I appreciated her moxie. I had Lucy to thank for that. She had saved me from myself; now I needed to save her from Lawrence.
The social club was only a couple of blocks from my building, so I took off at a sprint.
“Sir, do you need a ride?” my driver shouted.
“No, you stay and do what I asked you to do,” I shouted back over my shoulder.
The buildings seem to whizz by as I ran and Seattle’s constant drizzle quickly soaked my hair and shirt. My feet splashed through puddles and I dodged pedestrians as I made my way to my building. I pushed through the revolving door, my shoes squeaking as I ran through the marble lobby. The security guard nodded at me quizzically as I ran by.
“Good evening, Mr. Mick,” he shouted.
“Good evening, Harold. Unlock the rooftop please!” I yelled as I ran by his station and into the elevator. I punched the PH button and the high-speed elevator whisked me up through the floors until I burst out onto the rooftop. I knew exactly where Hearthstone Manor was located, where my Lucy was, and as far as I knew, Lawrence hadn’t live-streamed their liaison yet, but it could happen at any moment. I cursed myself for staying to pull Charlie from the club; wondering, could I have risked Lucy’s virginity, trying to save a stranger? But something told me that Lucy would’ve been proud of me.
I fired up the chopper, the vibration of the craft buzzing adding to the adrenaline already flowing through my veins. As I lifted off and hovered over the building, I wondered if Lucy was going to be pissed at me. She had no idea that her fiancé was a leech of a human being. All she would see is me, busting in on her first time having sex. The idea of it made me shudder. Lucy didn’t deserve any of this, I pushed the stick forward, angling the helicopter sharply, pulling pitch, and navigated her north of the city.
Chapter 29 – Lucy
I felt the rain on my face and terror in my veins when the hand grasped onto my ankle. I clawed at the grass on the side of the pathway and could hear guttural screaming. It took a moment to realize that the terrible sounds were coming from deep within me. I couldn’t give up, but the grip on my ankle was so strong, like a vice.
“Lucy, Lucy, stop. You’re okay now.” the rushing in my ears subsided as the stranger repeated, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
It wasn’t a lecherous, ‘I’ve got you now.’ It was a comforting ‘I’ve got you, you’re safe,’ the voice a familiar honey baritone.
I stopped squirming and struggling against the grip and whipped around to face my captor. When my eyes met Mick’s, I screamed in relief and only then did the sobs take over, racking my body. Mick eased his grip on my ankle and knelt over me, protecting me from the rain with his broad body, drops dripping from his hair and streaming down my face. He held me against his warmth and stroked my face with his thumb. I grasped his thick forearms and the dirt from under my nails smeared along his skin. He pulled me in tightly to his body and I closed my eyes, letting my lashes brush against his neck. I held him tighter than I had held anything in my life, my fingers dug into his shoulders, sure to leave bruises. He pulled back and looked at me, his thick eyelashes clumped together like stars, “I’ve got you, Lucy,” he whispered and leaned in to press his lips against mine. My tears were now flowing freely, but with the warmth and comfort of his soft lips pressed against mine, my shaking began to subside. The tickle of his beard against my chin transporting me back to the safety and warmth of his cabin.
“We have to go,” he pulled back from me and brushed the wet strands of my hair from my face.
“I knew it!” We both turned to face Lawrence standing at the top of the crescent-shaped stairway, the lights casting an otherworldly orange glow around his entire body. “You slut. It looks like your v-card has already been claimed,” he yelled. “You owe me a million dollars, you piece of shit,” he said and then bounded down the stairs toward our prone bodies.
Mick quickly left me lying on the ground, and stood up to tower in front of me like a sentry. Lawrence lunged at him, driving his shoulder into Mick’s chest - a football style ambush. Mick turned his body to deflect the full brunt of the tackle, but I heard his grunt as the air pressed from his body. Lawrence stumbled past Mick, close to tripping over his own loafers, but regained his footing. Mick turned and calmly strode toward Lawrence, who had adopted a wrestling stance.
“I don’t owe you anything, Larry,” Mick growled. “You owe this young woman an apology.”
Lawrence glanced over at me and scoffed, “She’s a social climber. You should let me fuck her and we can split the million. You’re a businessman, that’s a pretty good return on investment.”
Mick took a deep breath and stood up tall. His huge stride closed the distance between him and Lawrence in five steps. Lawrence’s eyes darted back and forth, and he lowered his wrestler’s stance in anticipation of the huge man’s tackle.
Instead of knocking Lawrence to the ground, Mick drew his hand back and slapped him across the face. Lawrence spun around and fell to his knees, his hand pressed to his cheek. He spat out some frothy blood and laughed, “A bitch slap for a bitch.”
Mick gripped both sides of Lawrence’s polo collar and lifted him off the ground. He drew his huge fist back behind him, like drawing an arrow back from its bow. Lawrence cowered and turned his face to the side in anticipation of Mick’s blow, lifting his hands to protect his pretty face.
Instead Mick pulled Lawrence’s face close to his.
“Look at me,” he growled.
