"Yeah, she danced with a couple of guys but paid little attention to any of them."
I felt a little better knowing she wasn't interested in any of the low-life scum in there.
Jacob was still grinning at me.
"She has been drinking, so I’m not sure what you’ll see once you get through the crowd. It was getting too warm in there, so I left the building to get some air."
I rubbed my temples, feeling the same dreaded headache coming on. I never had this fucking problem before I met Kitlyn. "Okay, Jay, thanks for keeping an eye on her for me. I'll take it from here."
He bowed down in front of me like I was his king, busting my balls. "At your service as always, boss. Have fun with your little obsession. If you need anything, you know how to reach me." He turned and headed back to his car. It was obvious my obsession consumed me. Even Jacob knew it. I turned toward the entrance of the building. It was a little past midnight, and the place was packed to the gills.
I wanted to get inside without her seeing me, but that wouldn't be easy, given my height. It was fucking freezing outside. It's a good thing I brought a hoodie with me. I threw it on, covered my head, and entered the club, trying not to act too conspicuously.
The music was blaring, and the lights were low. Perfect! My large physique wouldn’t be that noticeable. I didn't want her to run away if she saw me. I had to push through a thick crowd to head over to the other side of the bar. Standing against the wall, I scanned the room looking for my five-foot-six kryptonite.
The music was thumping so loudly it felt like an erratic heartbeat in my chest. I almost couldn’t hear myself think.
I finally spotted her after about five minutes. She was on the dance floor, sandwiched between Becca and two guys. The fucking strobe lights made it hard for me to see exactly what she was doing.
I was glad when they finally shut the damn things off. She was grinding that perfect little ass against one of the guys' thighs, moving her head from side to side, whipping her loose hair around. I could feel the anger building as I watched them dry-humping one another.
It looked like a fucking orgy out there; the only difference was they were fully clothed, if that's what you want to call it. Becca had on a short skirt that left nothing to the imagination. I could see her thong as plain as day from where I stood. Her tits were overflowing in the low-cut shirt she was wearing. She had a pretty good-sized rack herself.
And my pet? She looked like a goddamn hooker with those fucking boots on. Her jeans were so tight I could see her camel toe. Her shirt was extremely low.
I could practically see her fucking nipples peeking at the crowd. I was getting angrier by the minute watching this bullshit. My fists clenched and unclenched as I tried to keep my temper under control.
I could have saved myself all this fuckery if I had watched the history on the cameras in her house. I would have seen her outfit and wouldn't have been surprised by her slutty look. In other words, I wouldn't have fire coming out of my fucking ears!
Even though it was freezing outside, I was overheating in my sweatshirt because there were so many damn people crammed into such a small area. I feltlike I was in a melting pot. I removed the hood from my head and unzipped the jacket, leaving it open.
I only had a tee shirt on that showed off my pecs. Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned back into the wall, watching my pet. I never took my eyes off her. She was stumbling on the floor, which meant she was fucking shit-faced. I was going to take her over my knee for putting herself at risk and for grinding against those two fuckwits on the dance floor while they practically mauled her.
I don’t give a shit about my conscience anymore. I didn't give a flying fuck if she liked it or not. She was mine, and I was not happy those two fleabags had their hands all over her. I was an idiot to let her loose out into this fucked-up world.
She needed supervision and guidance. I watched Becca go to the ladies' room, leaving my pet alone with the two handsy morons. Becca looked pretty inebriated herself. I was livid at this point.
How the fuck were those two going to get home if they were both drunk out of their minds, and why in the hell would she leave Kitlyn alone with those asshats?
I don’t trust Uber or cab drivers. That was another dangerous way of getting snatched by traffickers. The criminals drooled all over themselves, watching the drunk women leave the club. The more tanked the woman was, the better for them. It was easy prey for the huge criminal ring. My eyes perked up when I saw one of the guys trying to kiss my pet.
That little motherfucker.
She pushed him away, or rather tried to push him away.
She was stumbling and swaying all over the place. I’ve seen enough! Rushing through the crowd toward her, I shoved the guys out of the way and grabbed my pet, holding her close to my chest.
My cock immediately jumped to attention.
This fucking girl is going to be the death of me, I swear.
She was mumbling incoherently, pulling her head away from my chest to look at me. Her green eyes stared into mine.
She was dazed and confused."A-atlas, is that you?"
She slurred, drooling down the side of her mouth. She was a fucking train wreck. I didn't respond.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the club. Becca was still MIA, but I didn't give a rats ass. Let her go nuts trying to find her when she returns. She should never have walked away from her. I don't care how drunk she was.
