Jasmine took off the cloth and when no blood came out of her nose she set it down. Her nose was red and it still looked painful. “I turned around and warned if he did it again my knee would be in his crotch. He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me toward him. He grabbed my breast really hard.”
Matt glared at him this time and the cowboy swallowed nervously. He put his hands up in the air. “Nancy told me she was new in town but she heard the new girl liked it rough. I would never have grabbed her like that otherwise. I would have bought her a drink and asked her to dance.” The man swore. He wiped some sweat off his brow. “I tried to apologize but I got jumped.”
Matt stood up and crunched his knuckles. “You have five minutes to get out of my sight before I bre
ak every bone in your body. If I catch you even looking at my sister there will be no more warnings. No one will ever find your body. Ever.”
The man ran so fast, he knocked a few chairs over trying to find an exit.
“Oh, now you remember I exist,” Jasmine muttered, crossing her arms across her chest. It made her top lower and Drake had to close his eyes and concentrate on what was being said, not on her breast outlined in the shirt.
Matt walked over and kissed Jasmine’s head. “I was keeping my eye on you, Jazzie girl. By the way, not a fan of that top you have on.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes but lifted the top higher so nothing could be seen. Drake almost cursed Matt. The big lug was so enchanted with Holly he didn’t even notice Drake glaring at him. Drake would have teased him if this situation wasn’t so fucked up.
“Alicia got really angry because Jasmine cried,” Holly spoke up, looking a little teary eyed. Matt handed her a clean napkin and she gave him a small smile.
Jasmine put her hands over her breasts and rubbed it. “It hurt. I’m sure I am bruised.”
“Want an ice pack?” the bouncer asked Jasmine but his eyes were on her breasts. “I’ll hold it for you.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. Drake heard the words “idiots” and “men”.
“Back off, Tyler. In fact, you are not needed here. Where were you when Jasmine was being molested?” Drake said coldly. “Go help your boss control those two Garcias. I think Ray is about to deck your boss.”
Tyler frowned at Drake but walked away. He gave Jasmine one last glance.
Matt sat back down next to Holly. Holly shivered as if she was cold. Matt hugged her and pulled her close. Drake sighed. Thank God no one called Adam or Noah. His head was starting to hurt. Suddenly he missed the carnival.
“Alicia slapped the guy and he called her some horrible names. She jumped on his back and he was circling around, yelling and trying to get Alicia off of him.” Holly continued letting Matt hold her.
Jasmine chuckled. “It was sort of funny. She is a wild card but so awesome.”
“Glad someone appreciates me,” Alicia said, sitting down next to Jasmine. She put her arm around Jasmine. “We girls gotta stick together.”
Drake looked at Ray, who was still having words with John and Tyler now. He shook his head, wishing everyone would just settle down and be quiet.
“So how did you get hit?” he asked Jasmine.
“His elbow connected with my nose when he was turning in circles,” Jasmine answered. “I fell and almost got stepped on. From there it was chaos. People were yelling and pushing. I heard glass breaking and I covered my head. I crawled off the dance floor.”
“It was scary. This is my first bar fight,” Holly admitted as if ashamed. She looked at Matt. “I think I screamed and someone pushed me.”
Matt frowned and looked her over. “Are you hurt, sweetness? Do you need medical attention?”
Jasmine shook her head with frustration. She waved. “Hello. I’m the one bleeding here, Matt. You’re not a good brother. Where is Tony? I demand someone call him.”
Matt chuckled. “You’re fine, kid. You’re a tough broad.”
Jasmine sighed and put her head down on the table. “It’s just not my night.”
“Mine either,” Drake grumbled when Adam and Noah Blake walked in, looking all angry and ready to kill. He should at least be grateful the wives weren’t with him or crying would be added to the chaos. Adam walked up to Holly and pulled her out of Matt’s arms. He glared at Matt, not caring about his size. When Adam was in protective mode, he was worse than a mama bear.
“Holly, what the hell is going on? We heard you were involved in a riot and your sister is hysterical.” Adam looked her over and saw her unhurt.
Matt frowned, not looking very happy with Adam’s surly attitude. “Holly is a victim, Mr. Blake. The man responsible for this riot just slunk out of here.”
“You let him go?” Adam yelled, then looked at Drake. “Why is he not in jail? I heard he hit a woman.”