Anger spikes through me again as I watch Rosie approach the bar, coming around on Zach’s right so she can walk around it, and as soon as she’s parallel with him, his hand reaches out and caresses the back of her thighs.
“No.”
She pauses for a second, smiling at him before talking to Indy and the other two bikers.
Clenching my teeth, I watch as Zach strokes the back of Rosie's legs, hand snaking around to the inside of her thighs, teasing her.
He’s openly disrespecting Indy, right under her goddamn nose, and she’s none the wiser.
Her gorgeous blue eyes flicker to mine, instantly lacing with confusion. She can see the turmoil I’m feeling—the rage I’m barely able to contain.
How fucking dare he.
He has the most amazing woman in his life and he’s fucking around on her—in front of her—with herboss.
Not on my watch.
“What are you—” Jensen follows my line of sight. “Oh, shit. Indy’sright theretoo.”
Standing, my chair screeches against the concrete floor, practically toppling over from how quickly I got up, but he’s quick to reach out and steady it.
My hands tighten into fists at my sides, my heart hammering as the tension tightens along the muscles in my neck—but I feel it everywhere. Shoulders ridged, breath coming in too fast despite my clenched jaw.
Behind me, another chair whines against the concrete, but Jensen doesn’t follow me—not yet.
But I know he will if I need him to.
Right now, Indy is the only thing keeping me grounded as I weave past the tables standing between us. I’m on the verge of snapping, and I refuse to pull my gaze from her to see if Zach is still touching Rosie.
I can’t fathom having the most perfect woman in my life and still wanting someone else. Touching someone else.
Right in fucking front of her.
They have to be in an open relationship. What other explanation could there be? But the Indy I know—myfriend—wouldn’t be into that.
Would she? Do I not know her as well as I thought I did?
No. She’s just dating a piece of shit.
That ends now.
My pulse roars in my ears with every step forward. A primal need to protect her, to defend her even if I’m not hers, vibrates through me so intensely, I hardly recognize myself. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I lean into that feeling, drawing on nothing but confidence as I walk straight up to Indy’s boyfriend.
Indy must see the change in me because without breaking our stare, she practically runs from behind the bar, and just as I approach Zach, positions herself between us.
“Gareth,” she warns, looking at me in a way I can’t decipher—a mixture of curiosity and concern.
Zach and Rosie’s heads swivel in my direction, and I’m not surprised neither of them noticed she’d come out from behind the bar.
“Oh, hey baseball boy,” Rosie teases, but I don’t bother looking at her.
All of my focus is on the man who thought he could get away with disrespecting the woman I love.
“You don’t get to touch another woman right in front ofher,” I seethe, my gaze cutting to Indy for a second. “She’s too fucking good for you, so I’d think twice before?—”
“Are you threatening me?” Zach stands, rising to his full height. The two bikers next to him are on their feet before any of us can blink.
