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Nova

“Doug, I’m not going out with you.”

What the fuck is wrong with the men in this bar? Is there some kind of bartender kink I don’t know about? I’ve never been hit on so much in my life. I’m sure it’s the alcohol, but damn, it’s getting ridiculous.

“Oh, come on. I’ll show you a good time.”

“Back off, Doug. She’s not available.” Lacey chimes in. “I’m serious.” Her eyes dart to the empty table in the back corner, but he’s too drunk to get her meaning.

Colt hasn’t come by tonight. He texted me earlier, letting me know he’s tied up with business and he’d get here as soon as he can.

“I’m not talking to you Lacey. Mind your own fucking business.” Doug snaps and it pisses me off.

“You need to leave. We’re not dealing with your drunk ass tonight.” I snarl, not in the mood for this shit.

He stares at me for a few moments, and I quirk an eyebrow. “Fuck both of you.” He staggers off the stool, slamming a few bills on the bar.

Rolling my eyes, I turn to Lacey. “He’s so fucking irritating.”

“They all are.” She quips before grabbing her tray, heading to check on her tables.

I wipe down the bar and wash the glasses. The rest of the night is uneventful, and I have everything done by the time we close. I check my phone, but there’s still nothing from Colt, so I grab my shit and head towards the door.

“Wait!” Lacey shouts and I spin around. She grabs her purse from behind the bar. “You aren’t going out there by yourself, bitch.”

I roll my eyes for the millionth time tonight and grin. “Okay, mom.”

She skips towards me, linking her arm with mine. “Let’s roll.”

We head outside, the cool air refreshing after being trapped in the bar all night.

“Enjoy your off day tomorrow!” She says as she gets in her car.

We always park next to each other, so she rolls down her passenger window as I get settled in my own car, locking the doors out of habit. Rolling down the window, I flip her off. “Later, bitch.”

She returns the gesture, putting her car in reverse, backing out of her spot.

Rolling up the window, I grab my phone, texting Colt. I’m getting worried I haven’t heard from him.

A knock on my window startles me and when I look up from my phone, Doug is standing there. I crack the window about an inch. “What do you want?”

His fingers grip the top of the glass, pushing it down into the door. I scream and curse as he reaches for the handle, jerking it open. Gripping my bicep, he snatches me from the driver’s seat, pushing me against the side of the car. I latch onto his shoulders for balance, kneeing him in the balls. He stumbles back, cupping himself and groaning in pain.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” I yell.

A shadow approaches from the side and panic sets in, but as the figure moves closer, I catch a glimpse of Colt’s face.

He’s pissed.

Where the fuck did he come from?

With each step he takes, he rolls up his sleeves one at a time, readying himself for a fight. His expression darkens the closer he gets, his eyes almost black by the time he reaches us.

He’s absolutely terrifying.

And he’s mine.

He doesn’t so much as look at me before he grabs the front of Doug’s shirt, jerking him off the ground. “You dare touch what’s mine, motherfucker?”