“Haven’t learned your lesson yet, Joey?”
“Fuck you, Wolf.” He spits on the floor before pointing to Mia and sealing his fate. “And your little cock tease, too.”
Wrong. Thing. To. Say.
I don’t hold back this time. The first punch is almost enough to knock him out. “I guess no one taught you not to disrespect women, hey?”
He staggers backward for a few steps, before finding his footing. He attempts to charge at me, and I land my knock-out blow.
“And that’s for spitting on the floor.”
I don’t wait to see whether he’s out or not—I know he’s done—before I scoop Mia up and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals in protest, but I clamp a hand on the back of her bare thighs. Her ridiculous skirt is so short, her ass is probably on display, but I doubt any man will risk a glance in her direction now.
I step over the carnage I left behind. “Sorry, Ma,” I say as I pass the bar. “It had to be done.”
I hear her sigh when my father says, “It certainly did, son. Take care of her.”
“Oh, I intend to.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mia
Idon’t even realize I’m shaking until we get back to Briggs’s cabin.
Briggs hasn’t said a word since we left the bar and he put me in the truck. He didn’t even speak as he reached over me and pulled my seat belt around me as if I were a child who couldn’t do it myself.
He puts the truck in park and I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, he’s pulled the keys from the ignition and is gone. The door slams behind him.
I hardly have time to exhale before the passenger door is yanked open. Briggs reaches over me again and releases my seat belt.
“I can do—oh!”
My words are hardly out as he scoops me up as if I weigh nothing and once more tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
“What are you doing? Put me?—”
He slaps his palm down on the back of my bare thighs so sharply it startles the words right out of me.
My thighs sting, but there’s something else. A pulsing in my pussy that’s pressed up against his hard muscles.
I’m turned on.
Of course I am. He saved me. Again.
And he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in real life. And now…well, he’s holding me so tightly, I can hardly move. Still, I try to squirm a little to rub against him to relieve the pressure that’s building between my legs.
“Stop.” He barks the command and presses down on my ass to still me.
Once we’re inside, he flips me over and drops me on the huge, overstuffed couch. I land in a soft plop, my legs spread a little with my skirt rucked up from being over his shoulder. My breath is coming in fast pants as I stare up at him.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
Briggs towers over me. His pupils are so dilated, his blue eyes are almost black; his hair is mussed and there’s blood on his shirt.
My gaze drops to his hands. “You’re hurt.”
