“Axel,” she breathes my name out like a plea.
“I’m just gonna settle the tab. I’ll be home later.”
“I know you’re not just settling the tab.”
“And that’s why this is gonna work, darlin’. I’m not nice to anyone but you. I warned that fucker to not look at you. Guess I didn’t specify about touchin’, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that was off the table, too. He’s gonna get a lesson in manners and how to treat a lady while Cash takes you somewhere to enjoy the rest of our date night,” I tell her as calmly as possible.
“You can’t get in trouble,” she reminds me. I smile at her, giving her a quick kiss.
“It would be worth it,” I whisper against her face, kissing her cheek one last time before giving Cash a quick nod. He looks pissed and torn.
Like he can’t decide what’s more important, time alone with Lily or ripping this asshole to shreds. Apparently, the rage written on my face is enough to let him know I got this covered as he leaves the bowlin’ alley with my girl.
If I wasn’t simmering with anger I would think about how mature I am for letting them go off together and how I have no doubt in Cash’s ability to take care of Lily.
But right now, I have other business to handle, so thinking about all that shit is gonna have to wait. I pull out my phone, look at the time, and groan. If Cash didn’t need to get Lily out of here, it would have been an easy two-man job. I have no doubt that I could beat the shit out of this fucker by myself, but I’m feeling creative.
I make the call and he answers on the third ring.
“What?”
“I need you at Dino’s bowlin’ alley in thirty minutes,” I state calmly.
“Why the fuck do you need me at the bowlin’ alley? It’s almost ten,” he complains.
“This man at the counter grabbed Lily, and I was thinkin’ I would teach him a lesson. But if you’re not in, I can handle it on my own,” I reply, knowing I’m going to get my way.
“I’ll be there in twenty,” he replies, hanging up the phone.
I sip my beer and just wait. The announcements let everyone know they are closing for the night, but I just continue to wait for him to get here.
He strolls into the bowlin’ alley with a furious look on his face, and I grin at him.
“Where’s Lily?” Tate demands.
“Cash took her home,” I answer.
“Why do you need me?” he asks, looking irritated that I took him away from no doubt some boring shit he was doing back at the clubhouse.
“He grabbed Lily’s arm, left a mark, and was lookin’ up her skirt,” I remind him. Tate looks around like he will know immediately who committed the crime. “He’s the dude spraying the shoes. He works here so he can bowl for free.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“He’s a bowler. Let’s hit him where it hurts,” I suggest, nudging my head to the lane. “He’s gonna have to stay till clean up, meaning we’ll wait in the bathroom until he’s here alone.”
Tate seems irritated with the plan but goes with it anyway.
We sit in the bathroom for what feels like forever until I decide the timing is right.
He has music playing on the speakers as he bowls a round with all the patrons gone, so he doesn’t even notice us approaching. Tate makes the first move by wrapping his arm around the guy’s neck and dragging him to the ball return machine.
Tate is easily twice the man’s size, so it’s no hard feat to get the guy bent over the machine and hold him there.
“Heard you like puttin’ your hands on Omegas that don’t fuckin’ belong to you,” Tate seethes in his ear.
“I didn’t mean anything by it. I just didn’t want her comin’ back here,” the man sputters.
“Why? Cause you can’t keep your eyes or hands to yourself?” I ask, picking up a bowling ball with each hand.
