I grin, wiggling my eyebrows as I tell him, “Your worst nightmare.”
“I don’t have time for this,” he says as he reaches behind his back. I glimpse the black handle of his gun right before something huge barrels into him from the side, his gun flying across the room and out of sight.
I grin down as Dex starts hammering punch after punch into the guy. When he slumps unconscious, I yell his name,knowing better than to touch him when he’s in Hulk mode. “Dex!”
He stops with a fist cocked and looks over his shoulder at me, eyes filled with anger and teeth bared.
“Let’s go, Wren’s waiting.”
Instantly, his face transforms to resemble a little boy who’s lost his puppy. “Wren? Where?” he asks, pushing himself up and not giving another look at the man covered in blood below him.
I spin around when I hear a grunt and find Sly choking someone out from behind, with an arm around his throat. The biker has a knife raised as if to stab me in the back. I watch with surprise as he goes slack in Sly’s grip, then he lets him drop to the floor like the sack of shit he is.
“Well, fuck, Sylvester. I didn’t think you had it in you!”
“Hey, thanks for the assist, but we had that handled,” the blue-haired biker calls as we start to head toward the exit.
“Sure you did,” I say, glancing around to make sure Dex and Sly are still with me.
Realizing Wren is alone, with only Jagger for protection, I sprint outside and let out a breath of relief when I see her slow-dancing with him beside our SUV, a huge smile plastered on her face.
“What are you doing, silly girl?” I ask as I jog up to them.
“Dancing!” she says happily.
“There’s not even any music playing.”
“There is in here,” she whispers, tapping her head like it’s some sort of secret. Jagger smiles down at her in amusement as the other two catch up.
“Let’s get out of here,” Sly says, and we quickly climb into the SUV, Wren sandwiched between Jagger and me.
Everyone’s quiet for a few minutes until Sly suddenlybursts out in anger. “What the fuck were you thinking? Jumping into someone else’s fight like that, Pete?”
“What’s the big deal? It was fun.”
“You put Wren in danger.”
“Fuck off. I made sure Jagger had her.”
“We should all be making sure to protect her, not jumping in headfirst to fights that aren’t ours.”
“He threw a chair at her!” I grit out through my teeth, my amusement at the fight turning to anger as Sly questions my need to protect her.
“You fought him for me?” Wren asks, her big blue eyes staring up at me with something akin to affection.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer, my knuckle tilting her chin up toward me. “Of course, angel. I’d fight the world to keep you safe.”
“That’s so romantic,” she says with a sigh, and I grin at her openness. Wanting to finally seize my moment with her, I lean my face toward hers, but Jagger’s palm against my forehead stops me.
I frown at him in annoyance. He points at her, then holds his hand up, his thumb and pinky extended as he tips his hand back and forth.
“I don’t understand,” I say, shaking my head.
“He’s saying she’s drunk,” Sly offers from the front seat.
“Oh.” I look back down at her wide eyes, still staring at me in the same adoring way. “Ohhhh. Shit. Sorry, angel, later.”
“What’s later?” she whispers as she leans her head against my chest.
