Page 66 of With This Kiss
I smiled at the thought just as movement ahead caught my attention. A man had approached Jamie. And judging by his sloppy gestures, he was drunk.
My fist clenched tightly as I looked around to see if any of her father’s men would step in. No one was even paying her any attention.
What the fuck?
I pushed off from the wall without thinking, walking over to them. I caught the fucker’s wrist before he could reach out and touch her.
I put a little pressure, feeling some satisfaction when the fucker’s face twisted in pain.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to fucking touch anything that didn’t belong to you?” I asked.
He opened his mouth, probably to deny it, but I had no patience for him. I pulled him away from my girl and brought my face down to his until our noses touched. “You should go home. Because if I see your face again, it’ll be a hell of a lot worse for you.”
And if I weren’t in enemy territory…
A hand reached out and grabbed my forearm.
I looked over at Jamie’s brown eyes, rounded in fear. “What are you doing here?”
She looked around, but no one was paying us any attention.
“Looking for you,” I answered. “You’re ignoring me.”
She shook her head. “Let him go.”
I let the fucker go. He fell straight on his ass onto the floor.
Before I could say anything else, Jamie grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the bar. I willingly followed. I would follow her anywhere she wanted to take me. We walked to the back door, which led out to the alleyway. Jamie shivered and wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the cold.
“Where’s your jacket?” I asked, pulling off my own and wrapping it around her.
“In my car. I didn’t think I needed to bring it inside with me.”
“Better?” I asked, cupping her shoulders with both hands and bending down so that we were eye to eye.
She scowled at me and pulled away. “Do you really not know where you’re at?”
“I do,” I answered. “What are you doing here?”
Her eyes widened, and she backed away a step. “It was… it was close to my house.”
My baby was a shit liar.
I shook my head and moved in closer to her. “Come on. Lead the way to your car.”
“Where’s your car?” she asked, trying to push my hand away. I held on. No way was I letting her go now that I had her close.
“I didn’t drive here.”
“You… you didn’t drive here? Are you serious?”
I nodded.
I did drive here, but I wasn’t stupid enough to park my car in their lot. All it would take was for someone in the Caparelli Famiglia to pay close enough attention, and they would realize I was here. I parked my car about three blocks away.
“Come on, drive me back.”
“I can drive you back home.”
