An Eye For An Eye (The Club)

“I don’t think so, Ella.” Controlling my anger takes a second more than I want as I force her down the hall growling. “Open the fucking door.”

“I-I don’t have a key.” In my furry, I pushed her back against the far wall none to gently and stepped back to give myself a running start. I don’t have patience for this shit and Jude doesn’t have time to spare. I rammed into the door not budging it one bit.

“Fucking get a key!” Snarling at Ella’s paralyzed expression, I try to kick the door this time when the two suits who were watching our exchange thinking it was a scene approached me.

“What’s the problem?” One yelled back trying to grab for me. If he thought he could restrain me he was in for a surprise.

“She’s in there.”

“You can’t interrupt a scene. I don’t care if it’s your mother inside.”

“She’s not in there willingly.” The two suits take a moment to pause looking at me and then at Ella who seems to be dolefully sniffling. Damn girl was a twit as far as I was concerned and one Jude didn’t need to be associating with when this was all over. Girl crush or whatever the fuck they had going on between them, I decided it was over. The proprietary thoughts stalled me for a second and I shake it off for no

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“Better open up the door and sort it all out before Mak or Tally hears of this.” They nodded and one tapped his earbud whispering to someone on the other side. The other pulled out a master key for the room. Pushing past them I jumped inside. Jude is spread on the St. Andrew’s Cross and this asshole has his hands all over her. My mind exploded as if it were the day I pulled her from the building.

“Fuck!” I roared with my rusty voice, grabbing the asshole pawing at her tossing him to the ground. I’d kill him for touching her, but there would be a lot of questions and shit I can’t deal with at the present time. Jude is more important and she needs me.

It’s happening all over again.

This is partly my fault.

Mostly, my fault if I’m honest.

The suits hauled him away and Ella followed them with some bullshit sob story. I don’t get his name because I don’t need it. I will find him later and instead focused on Jude who was doing everything she could to take in shallow breaths. Her cheeks were bright crimson and she looked on the verge of a panic attack or passing out. Selfishly, I was partial to her passing out if it meant keeping my mute status just a little longer.

I was doing alright until I saw my pendant hanging between her raw and bruised breasts. I wanted to find that piece of garbage and use my knife to separate his lips from his face like the fat pork sausages they reminded me of. I shook the dark thoughts away and looked at her again letting my eyes look her over. Her head was down and face vacant looking under tangled ribbons of dark hair. I’m shattered.

My voice faltered speaking directly to her for the first time in years. “Hey, Jude.”

Her face lifted, turned toward mine, for the moment I was still unrecognizable to her. A wry smile on her lips, one cut and bloodied through the tears slowly pieced things together. Watching her mind roll things around was fascinating to me. “I don’t suppose you’ll start singing to me next?” Ever the wise ass, my girl, I unhooked her legs first from the cross skimming my hands down her smooth skin, pulling her dress back down into place covering her bare pussy below. Carefully, I pulled the top of her dress back up and worked on freeing her arms. Her dress was useless so I took off my jacket and wrapped her up in it hooking her arms around my shoulders to pick her up.

“It feels like I’m swimming.” Her head lolled to the side nestled against me, eyes a little vacant. She was in shock and ice cold.

“I’ve got you now. It’s going to be alright.” My own body is shaking, adrenaline coursing through it. I wanted to kill that guy. I still did, but making sure Jude was going to be okay took precedence. She would always take precedence. I could find him easily enough.

“What the hell happened in here?” Tally rushed inside the room pushing the suits a part. They looked away from Jude’s exposed body respectfully and that was their saving grace. Tally guided us toward a private suite next door.

“It would seem Ella’s Dom decided she should do some recruiting.”

“Damn it. We’ve always been so careful, so safe. Is she alright?” Tally fussed checking Jude over who clutched me tighter, withering away from Tally’s gentle contact. Her face remained hidden in my shoulder safely.

Cupping the back of her head for support with the rest of her body, I placed Jude on the bed and began a cursory review of her condition. She remained placid and allowed my hands to open my suit jacket covering her and roam over her in a clinical manor. Torn dress, split lip, a few deeper bruises that would surface fully in about twelve hours from now covered her breasts and shoulders.

“I think so.” Jude’s brow furrowed and I wasn’t sure if it was pain, embarrassment or something else that caused her expression. I caressed her face with my hand and she skittered away to pull me closer. “Shhh. It’s alright now. I’m here.” Kneeling down on the bed next to her, I did what I could to comfort her as the shock coursed through her.

“I’ll see that the other two are dealt with.” Tally leaves to find Ella and her Dom. I hoped she banished them not only from the club but from Karim all together, because I would find them both and make them pay equally when the time came. I had a good mind to speak with the owner, Jet Mak to see what else could be done.

“We need to get you out of here.” My mind waged a war between fixing this situation and doing something that would probably make it worse considering what I usually did to men like this.

“Please don’t go.” Jude burrowed deeper into my arms and I held her there kissing her brow, my distracted thoughts putting distance between us I hadn’t intended. She must have sensed my hesitation because her fingers dug deep into my dress shirt, her nails pin pricks through the fine fabric.

“You’re experiencing shock, it’s alright.” I pried her grip from me so I could fix my jacket and wrap her up in it more securely. This was all too familiar territory for me. She resisted until I pulled it tight around her shoulders giving her no choice securing her in the wool like swaddling. There would be time enough for her to be angry with me. My fingers stroking the pendant that hung around her neck. One hand clutched it tightly between her fingers, the diamonds of the eye almost glowing.

Warning me.

Some job it did of that.