“Perhaps I have misunderstood hermano. I have not known you to be so enamored before. I meant no harm. I will step back if you intend to claim her.”
I should let it go at that, but he had his hand on my girl’s ass. If it was someone else, I would cut off his fingers and his dick just for fun. If I close my eyes I can still see his hand there and fuck, I still might.
The rest of my men have come out from the alley where they had been waiting for my signal. We now outnumber Skull’s crew easily. He only has a few of his men with him. A mistake, but one I am fucking taking advantage of.
“Tell me Skull, what would you do to a dirty fucker who put his hands on your property?”
Proof that my men know me well, Bull comes around and grabs Skull and holds him for me. Bull’s huge ass arms are as big and round as a telephone pole. Still, that isn’t what keeps Skull from moving. No, that would be the 357 currently cocked and pointing at the side of his head. I take a breath and step back, getting a little space between us now. I need to get a handle on my emotions and tone them the fuck down. Nicole is going to have to learn to stop pushing my damn limits or someone will get killed. I look around and notice that each of my men have a gun trained and aimed at Skull’s entourage. They’re making sure all our bases are covered.
Nicole’s girl and some other bitches are trapped behind Skull’s men. The men seem to be protecting them. The guy that was hiding Dani could almost make Bull look small.
“Answer me! What would you do to a dirty motherfucker who thought he could put his hands on your woman?”
Skull, cocky bastard that he is, ignores the 357 currently pointed at his head—he seems unfazed. I could almost respect the motherfucker with his next words.
“I would cut off his hands an inch at a time.”
I rub my jaw, feeling the stubble from my five o’clock shadow. I’m pretending to think this shit over. Truth is I may want to, but I’m not going to harm Skull. He needs to stay the fuck away from Nicole, but he is not my problem. No I was here tonight to chase down what’s causing my problems. Skull is a means to that end, because one of my mother fucking problems is locked up in a meat locker on the outskirts of town. One of my own and that shit, even if expected burns in my craw. I turn my attention back to Skull.
“That seems like a plan. I’ll start with the fucking hand you had on my woman’s ass.”
I heard Irish yell out and Nicole hollering back. I turn around to see my boy Irish bent over holding his balls. Nicole comes and stands by me. I blow out a breath and look up at the sky. Fuck, the woman has fire, but she needs to learn when to rein it in. Hell from the looks of Irish he may never walk straight again, let alone father children.
“Dragon you are not going to hurt Skull.”
“He had his hand on your ass Mama.”
Fuck I want to be pissed at her, but she looks so fucking sexy standing there in those tight ass jeans and blue sweater. That sweater is molded to those fucking breasts of hers and her hair is all messed up from wrestling with Irish. My cock instantly reacts, damn thing stays hard if she is anywhere around.
“Yes well, we were discussing that.”
“What’s to discuss Mama? He had his hand on your ass. Did you want his hand on you woman?”
“Don’t be stupid.” She growls at me and I somehow keep from smiling as she berates me in front of my men. What the fuck has she done to me?
“You and me, what we got going on? You’re mine. That means his hands or any other fuckers’ hands better not touch you.”
I expected her to argue, fully expected it. The fact that she didn’t, calms me, as nothing else would. Instead of arguing she comes closer and wraps her arm around me. Does she know what she just agreed to, in front of everyone? Does she have any idea she sealed her fate right here in this moment?
“He’s sorry Dragon. He was just about to apologize.”
All the men start laughing. With her acceptance of my claim the tension seems to lessen around the group.
“I’m actually not that sorry querida. It was worth it.”
“Will you shut up? Do you want him to kill you? Perhaps it has escaped your notice that there’s a man pointing a gun at your head!” Nicole snaps.
I look at my girl and grab the back of her neck and pull her close. She squeaks, but she doesn’t fight me. I lean down so our foreheads touch. Her blue eyes are so fucking deep, I could drown.
“Shut it, Mama.”
“You can’t hurt him Dragon.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’d miss you if you went to prison.”
“You could visit me.”
“I don’t date men who wear orange. It’s a rule.”