“Sooo,” Jonny murmured delicately, throwing a cracker at Sam. “You gonna tell us about this girl of yours?”
Sam dodged the cheesy Goldfish, picked it up, and threw it back at Jonny’s head. “What can I say. She’s beautiful, sweet, and smart.”
Jonny grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Sure she is. You’re with her for her intelligence, right?”
“I wouldn’t date her if she had nothing to say for herself.” He grinned. “But I’d still fuck her. She’s hot.”
I shot the boys a glare. “Can we not talk about women like they’re sex objects? I thought I’d enlightened you assholes about that years ago.”
Boomer nudged me. “To be fair, Saint, she opens and closes Victoria’s Secret shows, and she’s got good tits. I’m more than a little curious about her.”
“So, meet her and ask her about her life,” I bit out. “You don’t have to do what these guys do and talk about her like a fuck toy. Women are here to do more than service your dicks, and to downplay her for just being a model with good tits is disrespectful. She’s probably got more brains than all three of you pricks put together, seeing as those tits you love so much are earning her a damned fortune. Maybe think of that before you degrade her to a fuck toy.” Through my anger, I didn’t notice the door opening behind me.
Jonny rolled his eyes. “Chill out, babe. You on the rag or somethin’?”
“Jonnyyy,” Boomer murmured, drawing the name out with warning in his tone.
“No, I’m not, shithead,” I snapped. “Are you? I mean, you are acting like a little bitch.”
“That’s a fuckin’ joke, comin’ from the biggest bitch of them all,” Jonny shot back. “You think you’reso much better than everyone else, but you’re just another wannabe riding the coattails. In an alternate universe, you’d be a groupie, sweetheart. In this one, you just got lucky.”
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, Jonny,” Boomer warned, eyeing something over my shoulder.
“Who made you the fuckin’ boss? You’re getting as whiny as that cunt,” Jonny spat out, nodding toward me.
I went to launch myself at the asshole when suddenly, I was pushed out of the way. My head whipped around to see Jacob stalking across the room, and in a flash, he had Jonny hauled up against the wall.
“Who the fuck are you calling a cunt?” Jacob rasped, his face in Jonny’s with his hand gripping his throat.
Jonny J’s eyes bugged from the pressure of Jacob’s hand.
The other security guys all moved toward the two men, closing in.
“Let him go, Ice,” Gambit ordered.
Jake’s growl came from deep in his chest.
“I think he should strangle the fucker,” Sam said dryly, lounging across the couch nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the drama that was unfolding.
“Not helping, brother,” Boomer muttered.
Without missing a beat, Jacob’s grip tightened on Jonny’s throat, his icy blue eyes blazing with fury, and he rasped low and menacing, “Say it again, fucknut. I dare ya.”
Jonny struggled against Jacob’s hold, gasping for air as the other security guys hovered. Trick, Jonny’s bodyguard, moved in closer, his expression taut. “Put him down, Ice. You don’t know where he’s been.”
But Jacob wasn’t having a bar of it. His jaw clenched, and his muscles bunched as if he were about to do a lot more than choke the air out of Jonny.
Sam barked a laugh. “This is the most fun I’ve had all week.”
Boomer shot Sam a look of disbelief before turning back to Jacob. “Come on, man. Let him go. Jonny’s not normally this much of an asshole. He’s coming down from a high and taking it out on the wrong person.”
Jacob’s glower never left Jonny J. “Say sorry,” he snarled.
Jonny fought for air.
“Maybe loosen your grip a little, Iceman,” Trick suggested with a hint of laughter in his tone. “He can’t grovel while you’re choking him to death.”
I watched, fascinated, as Jacob’s hand relaxed, and he begrudgingly dropped his arm.
