Page 66 of Tied to You

“Young lady?” Mollie huffs, standing tall in her heels, making me pause. Maybe she can handle this without me? “Says the man with lips all over a twenty-year-old.”

“She’s twenty-six,” the twat says, as if that will help him.

Mollie laughs a little sinisterly. “Twenty-one, actually, and supposedly meant to be dating my friend.” That’s what’s got her back up? Mollie turns to the girl. “I suggest you go back out there, find Henry and tell him what you’ve done. If you don’t, I will.”

The girl begins to sob. “He doesn’t need to know. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“No. You won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” Mollie’s harsh words fill me with an odd, and probably somewhat misplaced, sense of pride.

“What’s it to you?” the girl squeaks.

Mollie looks between the man and her. “He’s a good man. He deserves someone who isn’t a whore.”

Ouch.

“You can’t speak to her like that,” Tim says.

I hear the door swing open, then the girl running away, crying.

“No? Okay, I’ll speak toyoulike it then.”

I smile.That a girl.

“It’s your wedding day. And you’re in here, what? Fucking the youngest thing you can find? You make me sick.” Mollie stalks to the door, out of my sight, but I hear a clatter. The telltale sound of her body being shoved.

Not on my fucking watch.

I burst from my spot, the door flying open.

Dean moves at the exact same time as me.

Dearest Timothy made a grave mistake thinking he could pin the most precious thing in my life up against the frame of the door. Granted, she fucking hates me right now, but I’ll sort that later.

Dean kicks the back of his leg, forcing him to bend just as my fist rains down on the side of his head.

The cunt drops like a sack of shit, crumpling to the floor by my feet.

I look up. Find Mollie’s eyes, and she gives me a nod, her hand holding her throat.

I let out my breath.Damn.I don’t like seeing that look on her face. It’s a mixture between anger, hurt and uncertainty. Uncertainty for what’s happening. Uncertainty for what’s going to happen next.

I stand straight, rising to my full height.

Mollie’s back remains against the door.

“Don’t move from that spot,” I tell her sternly, as Dean forces the man on the floor to his feet. His body hangs drooped, his head not quite in the game.

“Travis?”

“Is the rest of the house secure?” I ask Dean, my eyes not leaving Mollie’s as her curiosity grows.

“Ground floor, yeah. The only door unlocked is this one.”

“Take him to another room, I’ll be right behind you.” I need this shit to happen as far away from Mollie as possible, and as quickly as fucking possible. Sparky’s good, but no way can he keep the entire crowd’s attention on him for much longer.

I don’t need to look at Dean, but he drags Tim by the collar, out of our sight, leaving me with Mollie.

There’s one of two ways this can go.