“Like hell I will. I’m gettin’ you out of here.” He slings me over his shoulder and muscles through the crowd.
“Let me go, you jerk,” I say, attempting to squirm out of his grasp. “I don’t need your help.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes me outside and puts me down in front of his car. “Get in the car. Now.” I open my mouth to protest, but he puts a hand up. “Don’t argue with me.”
I sit in the car stewing about everything that happened, while Liam goes to talk to the guys just now coming out of the club. Vic looks all too happy that he arrived just in time for the brawl. Bree’s fingers gently trail down Liam’s bruised face as her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrow with compassion.
“Bree, you’re laying it on thick,” I mumble to myself.
Trey and Monika leave in Trey’s car while Liam
