“You keep my girlfriend’s name out of your mouth. You like to think you’re a big deal?” He plucked at the Travesty shirt Nate was wearing. “You fuck with her again, there’s not a rock you can hide under. I will fucking destroy you.”
Fear finally flashed in Nate’s eyes as he looked up and Zane and back at the wall of friends behind him. Alex and Elena had finally gotten there with Ophelia and Dan.
Security showed up and helped Nate to stand, separating him from Zane.
“Who swung first?” the one facing Zane asked.
“I did.” Dan and Alex said it at the same time.
Ophelia stepped forward. “They’re protecting me. I hit him.”
The cop put his hands up. “Ophelia? Fuck no. I’m not taking her in my patrol car again. Do you remember last time?”
Zane growled, “Who swung first,Nate?”
Nate blinked at him, then mumbled, “I did.”
The cops looked at Zane. “You want to press charges?”
“Nah…it was all a misunderstanding. We’ve got it straight now, don’t we?”
Nate nodded and shrugged the cop off.
Just as they started to escort him out of the VIP section, Zane called out, “Oh…Nate? Thanks for coming to the show, man. Always nice to meet a fan.”
I choked on a disbelieving laugh. “Not how I would’ve resolved it, but I’ll take it. Thank you, baby.”
He put his arm around me. “Thanks for letting me take care of what’s mine.”
I kissed him, not caring who saw. “Are you going to let me take care of what’s mine now too?”
“Always.”
I sighed, back to being unable to stop smiling. “How did I get this lucky?”
He smiled. “You deserve it.”
