Chapter 194


    “I don’t know where we are; somewhere Le brought us. Sarah’s here too but I think she’s dead.” I


    watch as she slides ungracefully off the bar where her body previously was, and she ends up in a


    disheveled heap on the floor, behind her bar stool between two men who are seemingly ignoring her.


    For someone who thinks Sarah might’ve died I don’t seem overly concerned. I trip toward her a little,


    stooping to see if she’s breathing, almost losing my bnce, and nearly fall on top of her. “Never mind.


    She’s just snoring,” I slur down the phone with a dramatic sigh of relief. I slump down on my knees


    beside her to peel what looks like a beer mat off her cheek.


    Yay, my friend isn’t dead after all. But that is disgusting.


    I hold the beer mat out in front of me and squint, looking at the blurry, sticky vile thing, before tossing it


    casually over my shoulder and rub my hands, on Sarah’s dress.


    “For the love of God, are any of the three of you capable of something coherent? Emma put Le on,”


    Jakemands, the tone of his voice riling me a little.


    You’re supposed to be groveling for my forgiveness, not barkingmands, Dick. Asshole. Gorgeous,


    sexy asshole … But I still hate you.


    “Jerk.” I sniff down the phone and I swear Jake growls … like, actually growl.


    I find myself sighing and attempt to a walk toward Le, rolling my eyes, my defiant chin stuck in the air,


    instantly confused when I’m face down on a leather booth seat after the wall I was using to keep me


    upright opened into nothing.


    “Ouch,” I murmur as my face peels painfully from the seat. I realize my phone is squished to my face,


    and I can hear Jake rather loudly in my cheek, opening my eyes I’m blinded by the lit screen near my


    eyeballs.


    “Did you just fall? What the hell …?! Emma, hello?! Okay, look, hang up but don’t leave that bar. I’ll find


    you my way.” It sounds more like a threat and when I go to reply I realize he’s disconnected my call.


    Asshole! I didn’t ask you toe for me. I don’t want you toe for me! You don’t know where I am


    anyway so good luck with that.


    I crawl onto the booth in which I’m already lying and curl up on the seat trying to get a hold on these


    damn infernal tears. I should call him back and tell him to go to hell, but I don’t want to, part of me


    wants him to find me, toe and take care of me. Wanting him to ignore my pleas to stay away and


    do what Jake does – Come charging in all dominant mode trying to bend my will to his. If he does that


    maybe my confusion can take a long walk off a short pier for a while, give my mind a well needed


    break.


    I don’t like it here anymore and I think Sarah may really be dead, she’s not moved at all but as she’s


    too far away to get to, I’d rather rest first. I wiggle my feet out of my shoes and drop them on the floor,


    feeling an odd sense of heartache at this simple act. Jake always took my shoes off for me when I was


    drunk, he always took care of me regardless of his mood or sobriety. I hate that everything I do is


    gued by him.


    I sigh trying to wipe away the mess pouring down my face, resting my head against the wall and


    closing my eyes to block out the wave of people mulling around the bar and floor. For a small ce, it’s


    crowded and really noisy, with a thick foggy atmosphere. Maybe if I just drown it all out for a few


    minutes then I could get my head straight and get us back home. Take Sarah home somewhere safe,


    to sleep in a position a little more natural and get Le off that damn infernal bar so men stop trying to


    grope her.


    * * *


    “Emma, bambino, wake up.” Jake’s voicees at me through the darkness and suddenly I’m aware


    of music, and people, and a lot of noise. Warm fingers trace my jaw and I push my face into them,


    rubbing like a greedy cat at the touch. I choke on the atmosphere ande to inplete confusion. I


    find my neck stiff from the angle I’ve been curled up in at the corner of the booth. “I’m going to lift you


    up okay?” warm, strong, familiar arms slide under my legs and behind my back and I’m hoisted up


    against the smell of my Jake, the feel of him, his warmth, and his strength like some fantasy dream. I


    close my eyes, nuzzling into him, wanting this dream tost forever. I want the safe andforting feel


    of him surrounding me tost, keeping the horrible ache of not being with him at bay.


    Ie to my senses a little, aware of movement, and open my eyes suddenly, finding myself looking


    right at Jake’s face. Not a dream or a hallucination but really him and the pain of what that means right


    now is sheer agony. I choke back the gulf of emotions at seeing him again.


    Bittersweet sums this uppletely.


    My chest feels like it might concave, and my heart has literally stopped beating. He looks beautiful, if a


    little tired and sexy and ruffled, yetpletely here and familiar and safe.


    We’re still in the bar and he’s carrying me out of the booth across the floor, my head is swimming, and I


    realize he did it; he found out where we are and came for me. Impulsively I reach out to that beautiful


    face and poke him in the cheek, checking that he’s real and not some sweet figment of my imagination.


    I always did like poking that man of perfection in the face, but he frowns at me with an amused


    expression.


    How the hell did he do that? I shouldn’t be surprised with Mathews on his security he probably tracked


    my cell.


    Asshole! … My asshole … Jerk! … My sweet jerk.


    “Your face is still too pretty!” I sigh in defeat, looking for something to criticize and finding nothing.


    “d to hear it.” He smiles at me softly and just lifts me up with a little jerk to right me in his arms a


    little better.


    “Wait, my shoes! … Sarah … Le,” I mumble, as coherently as I can, regaining my senses, surprised


    at the slurring mess I hear in my own ears.


    Still drunk then? How long was I out?


    “Daniel has taken Sarah to the car already. He’lle back for Le in a sec and I have your shoes


    here.” He lifts his fingers that are under my legs and I see my shoes swinging below them.


    Of course, Jake would never forget a detail like that.


    “Why are you here?” I gaze up at him with wide eyes, trying to focus on the double Jake I can see in


    front of me. I know why he’s here, but I need the words. I need Jake to be the balm that heals my


    wounds and he needs to find the way to do it because trying to do it alone isn’t working.


    “You know why, Emma. You think I could just sit in the apartment knowing you were out here in the city


    somewhere and vulnerable? You may not like me very much right now, be, but I love you, I wouldn’t


    just leave you here. I couldn’t.” He pulls me closer and lifts my temple to press against his mouth,


    closing his eyes and inhaling me, it brings me an odd sense offort. “You don’t need to like it but I’m


    taking the three of you back to the apartment. Not one of you is capable of taking care of the others.”


    His eyese back to mine, those beautiful hazy green eyes, with so much going on inside of them.


    So much tranting from him to me with just a locking of them. My heart thuds heavily, held in his arms


    like I have been so many times before, but this feels new.


    I don’t get a chance to protest because I flinch at Le’s voice piercing the atmosphere.


    “I don’t fucking think so!” Such a sweet thundering tone of malicious intent scouring the air; precious


    little flower that she is. I squirm in Jake’s arms to see which direction her yell came from and catch


    sight of her immediately. She’s still on top of the bar with mic in hand, hands on hips, ring like a


    psychopath at one Daniel Hunter.


    Daniel is standing in front of her on the floor, looking up, one hand attached to the hem of her short


    dress with a vice-like grip. He has zero intention of letting go and meets her fiery snarl with one of his


    own. Equally matched in the ability to throw harsh icy scowls and in the ability to handle one another.


    “I’m not fucking leaving you here alone so get down now or I’ll fucking make you. I’m not ying, Le!”


    he yells back at her. Jake stiffens as a man approaches Daniel and tries to pull him back with a hand


    on his shoulder. It seems that someone is trying to act chivalrously by thinking of protecting my feisty


    little friend.


    “Can you stand?” Jake turns to me and I catch the look in his eyes that spells trouble for any guy giving


    his best friend grief. Jake is getting ready to kick ass, but it scares me.


    “Please, Jake, don’t.” I whisper, sudden fear for his safety consuming me, nerves swarming up like a


    tornado to overwhelm me. I don’t want him to fight. I don’t want that version of him right now, I just need


    him to keep doing what he’s doing, sweeping me out of here regardless of my opposition. There’s an


    instant look of regret in his eye. He wants to go help Daniel but, with me in his arms looking at him like


    I’m about to cry, he’s torn. He genuinely doesn’t know what to do. He tightens his grip on me and lifts


    me closer as though his decision is already made.


    “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, sighing, gazing at me a little too intensely.


    Luckily, he doesn’t need to do anything as Le yelps and then squeaks, spinning my head back to see


    Daniel walking our way with her thrust over his shoulder, arms and legs iling, as she screams


    obscenities at his back hauling at his shirt to fight him. Daniel looks grim and strides purposefully past


    us. His face is a picture of sheer anger, yet the boy obviously has muscles. He has Le in a grip that


    means she can’t get out, he’s not even reacting to the weight of her, nor is he disturbed by theshing


    violent outbursts happening down his back.


    “I fucking hate you!” Le is yelling at the top of her lungs, in his strong embrace, hauling his shirt up


    his back, twisting it around her fists.


    Jake follows at a distance keeping a tight hold of me in his arms. His expression giving nothing away.


    My heart is pounding so fast at his proximity yet part of me can’t tear my eyes away from the couple


    walking ahead of us. My heart torn as to where my attention should be; Jake’s perfect profile and


    touchable face or the hellcat being kidnapped by the guy who wants her.


    “Le, I’m not against dumping your ass on the sidewalk and making you walk home if you keep that


    up.” She’s still pulling his shirt up his back, wing at him, and using his trouser waist band as leverage


    to pull her weight down to smack him. He smacks her ass hard in retaliation, the sound echoing across


    the night air and smirks back at Jake when Le instantly quiets and bes motionless.


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