Everyone piles in around us. All three of Quinn’s brothers, their wives, Dylan, Hunter...
Hugo lingers on the other side of the dancing crowd, flanked by two of his men, and every one of them is keeping an eye on me. He’d arrived fifteen minutes ago, and I’d been trying to get Quinn out of here since—behind a locked door on a property with security.
And then I’m going to Jax. He has access to the town’s cameras and a good relationship with the police. I’ll be able to see if Drew is in the area before I make a move.
“Shouldn’t you be suiting up?” Jared barks at Noah.
But Quinn answers for him. “He’s busy.”
She giveshimone of her smiles, and I drop my eyes to their stomachs. Touching.
Well, their shirts are touching, but he can certainly feel her body.
“He’s about to be fired if he doesn’t stop touching you,” Jaredgrowls.
Damn straight.
But Tate chimes in. “Like that empty threat would’ve gotten you off me back in the day.”
He snarls at his wife. “It wouldn’t have stopped me this morning! What are you trying to say?”
“That this whole “Do as I say and not as I do” act was kind of a turn on for a while, but now you just seem…” She ponders. “What’s the word?”
“Misogynistic?” Dylan offers.
“Judgmental?” Fallon spits out.
“Patriarchal,” Tate finally adds. “Like you’re a teacher or a principal or something. Elderly.”
Jared’s eyes bug out, his teeth baring.
Madoc snorts, but his wife quickly taps in. “Oh, don’t you dare!” she scolds his amusement. “It’s spot on. Quinn’s an angel compared to you three at that age.”
“Let her make some mistakes,” Juliet chides.
“You want her to go through everything we went through?” he argues.
“It’s her choice.”
Fuck this.
I step up. “Actually, it’s not.” Snapping my fingers, I give Farrow an order he doesn’t need explained in words. “Mr. Kelly?”
And I point at Noah.
Everyone quiets, Farrow grins, and he immediately cracks his knuckles. “Absolutely, boss.” He locks eyes with Noah Van der Berg. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you.”
Farrow belts out a whistle, and his crew mobilizes.
He grabs Noah, I wrangle Quinn, and there’s a commotion that I don’t see as I sweep her into my arms and carry her away.
Screams hit my ears.
“Oh, shit!”
“Don’t touch him!”
“Fuck!”
