Laurie’s Wolves(91)

Laurie narrowed her gaze at him and said nothing.

“Laurie, baby, did you tell this man he could climb on top of you and maul you?” Zach asked in a syrupy voice, not taking his eyes off Brock.

“No.”

“Did you at any point ask him to stop?” Corbin asked.

“Yes. Several times.”

Corbin leaned his face closer to Brock again. “That’s attempted rape, mother fucker.”

Brock swallowed. “I was just trying to have some fun. She’s nothing but a whore. I don’t know why you give a shit who fucks her. I bet her pussy is looser than my grandmother’s panties.”

And that was it. Corbin slammed his fist into Brock’s nose, knocking him unconscious as Zach grabbed him and lowered his limp body to the floor. Corbin released his grip and wiped his hand on Brock’s jeans. “Jesus, that man smells.”

Zach rounded Corbin to grab Laurie and haul her to standing. He held her at arm’s length and glanced up and down her body. “He hurt you?”

She shook her head.

Corbin stepped up next to her, holding his soiled hand behind him. “But he would have.”

“Yes.” She had to agree. She had hoped to defuse the situation on her own, but had to admit to herself now it never would have happened. Thank God for telepathy among shifters.

All the sudden, she realized several other people stood in the room. Zach’s brother Trace and his dad, Adam, were among them. Several men she didn’t know and a few women had wandered in too. She wasn’t sure how much they had witnessed.

“What happened?” Carlie pressed her way through the people and came to Laurie’s side.

Before Laurie could speak, a woman interrupted. “I saw the whole thing. These two men busted in here and attacked that poor defenseless guy.” She pointed at Brock. “His name is Brock Henson. He’s such a sweet boy.” She shook a finger toward Zach and Corbin. “Why on earth would you do such a thing?” She kneeled next to Brock and stroked his hair from his face, though she didn’t get very close. The guy was covered in vomit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Zach asked.

“That’s what I saw.” The woman Laurie had never seen before pursed her lips. “It was barbaric. You should both be arrested.” She turned toward Trace. “You’re a cop. Arrest these men.”

“Ma’am,” Corbin began, “I’m a deputy myself. No one’s going to be arrested except Brock.”

She gasped. “You can’t do that. That’s insane. He didn’t do anything to you. I watched both you and the Masters boy punch him repeatedly in the face.”

A softer voice came from the side of the room. “I saw the entire thing too.”

Laurie looked over and found the speaker to be Mary, the very woman she’d avoided earlier who had chosen not to hire her based on her race. It suddenly seemed like a conspiracy. Mary was undoubtedly going to spew some bigoted racist shit in agreement with the crotchety bitch hovering over Brock.

Adam raised his hands in the air. “Everyone calm down.”

Grumbling from all around the room increased the volume as more and more people piled inside.

Several men spoke at once.

One of them stepped through the gathered witnesses and made his way toward Adam. “I was right behind your son when he burst into the room. That man,” he pointed at Brock, “had that woman,” he pointed at Laurie, “pinned to the couch. It was obvious to me he was trying to molest her.”

Carlie cleared her throat and put her arm around Laurie. “Is that what happened?”

“Yes. I tried to handle it myself, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.” She regretted her choice of words immediately, realizing she’d implied she’d eventually called for help. “Thank God Zach and Corbin came in when they did.”

“That’s for sure.” The man who’d spoken on her behalf slapped Zach on the back. She lifted her gaze toward him and recognized him as a shifter. Blessed angels.

“What happened?” Adam asked.

“I came in here to catch a break. He must have followed me, or perhaps he was already in here. He said some rather distasteful things about me and seemed to have the impression I was…loose…or something. So he thought he could easily get me to sleep with him.”

Corbin reached out, grabbed her hand, and tugged her into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head. “Sorry, babe. I should have been paying closer attention,” he muttered into her hair.

Mary spoke again, shocking Laurie. “He’s right. That’s what I saw too.”

The older woman on the floor gasped. “Mary?” She seemed stunned, as though she’d been double crossed.