“Back the fuck off,” I hiss as one of them pulls her phone out. Nolene hustles over, caught between horror and fury.
“Ladies, I’m so sorry about this.”
“We paid for VIP access!” the woman on the floor cries, still clutching her fake boob. I half-wonder if her implant’s ruptured, then decide I don’t care.
“VIP access doesn’t mean you get permission to fucking sexually assault him!”
Luka’s hand touches my waist.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“And as for you,” I snarl, turning on Nolene. She’s vibrating with anger as the women congregate and mutter about refunds and lawsuits.Bring it on, bitches.If any of them want to file a fucking lawsuit, I’ll let Kane handle it. Pretty sure he’d make it go away. “You should be protecting him, not standing around while women grope him!”
Nolene sniffs. “He’s paid good money for fan meet-and-greet VIP events.
“Meet and greet?” My blood boils with righteous anger. I see Kane striding toward me out of the corner of my eye and realize I have about five seconds to wrap this up before he tears me away. “Meet and greet doesn’t mean they get to touch his dick, Nolene.” I pause. “Unless you’re pimping him out, which as I’m sure you are aware, is illegal.”
Nolene almost chokes at the suggestion she’s pimping out her client.
“Consider yourself sacked,” I add.
“Excuse me?” she hisses. “You can’t sack me!”
“Kitten, are you causing trouble?” Kane’s husky voice rolls over me like a warm summer breeze, and some of my anger fades. “Do I need to hurt someone on your behalf?” His hand rests on my lower back, spreading delicious heat through my bones.
Some of the hovering women check him out, and I growl. Kane chuckles.
“Calm down, kitten.”
Turning back to Nolene, I say, “I have the authority to sack you. If you have a problem with that, speak to my husband.” Angelo has finally noticed I’m the instigator of this small but vocal scene. Needless to say, he’s mid-coronary.
Nolene glances at Angelo and does a risk assessment. She’s not stupid. Like everyone in this room, she knows who Angelo is, and also his connection to Luka. No doubt she figured Angelo wouldn’t care much about Luka, given the background to their relationship. But that was her first mistake.
Angelo and Luka aren’t close, but I know for a fact Angelodoescare about Luka, even if he isn’t happy about my relationship with his brother. Blood is always thicker than water, and Angelo won’t stand by and let Luka be taken advantage of.
Her second mistake was thinking she could manipulate Luka while I’m here.
Not fucking happening.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer on Monday,” she snaps before storming off. I watch her leave while hoping her skyscraper heels snag on a loose tile and she suffers an unsurvivable brain injury. Sadly, that doesn’t happen.
The woman I punched in the tit mutters something about a personal injury lawsuit.
“Go fuck yourself, bitch,” is my pithy response.
Luka smiles.
“You didn’t have to intervene,” Luka tells me once we’re back in the car minus Angelo, who was waylaid by an investor he needed to talk to.
Kane steers us back into the slow-moving downtown traffic. There’s a country music station on, but his eyes catch mine in the mirror, so I know he’s listening to Luka and me.
“Does that happen a lot?”
There’s a pause before Luka nods. “Yeah. The older fans are feral.”
“And Nolene hasn’t thought to put security in place when you do ‘meet and greets’?”
Luka shrugs. “She says it’s part of the gig. The fans pay for access, and I have to be available.”
