He grinned. “I’d like to see that, actually. That may make me a snotty bitch, but I’d still like to see you knock them both on their asses.” He reached around and rubbed one of his sides and then the other. “They shocked me with something. Assholes.”
“What?” I practically screamed. “Shocked you? Like with a taser? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, Seth. I felt it. It hurt like a motherfucker.” He kept rubbing one side and then the other. “It still stings.” He frowned. “There’s a welt there, in each spot. Damn! I should have punched them.”
Fury ripped through me. I knew shit like this went on in every bar, but I’d never really encountered it in my small circle of the world. I fully intended to make sure whatever taser they’d used on Baker ended up shoved so far up their asses it would poke out of their mouths. I leaned over and said, “Listen to me, Baker. I want you to sit here. Do. Not. Move. I mean it, Baker. I need to know I can trust you to wait right here for me.”
He gulped another slurp through his straw. “What are you doing? Are you going after them? Cause if you’re going after them, I’m going, too. It was me they zapped. I deserve to get to be the one to zap their asses back.”
“I understand how you feel, but I don’t feel good about this. Promise me you’ll wait right here. I’ll only be a few minutes.” I smiled and nodded toward his drink. “Finish your slurpee and I’ll be right back. Oh, and don’t drink anymore. I have a standard rule that if I don’t watch the bartender fix the drink, I consider it unsafe to drink – just for future reference. Will you stay here and be a good boy for me?”
He rolled his eyes and pouted. “Fine. I’ll stay here, but, just for future reference, I don’t think you’re being fair. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” he huffed.
“I’m well aware of that, Baker. Sit tight. I’ll only be a few.”
Satisfied that he’d do as I asked, I quickly moved through the club towards the back area. Both guys had left the dance floor and I’d seen them headed toward the bathrooms. I hoped to hell that I’d find them there. The rage rolling through my body was much more than the fact that somebody had violated another person’s body—that was bad enough on its own, and would always make me angry. What I was feeling, though, had a lot more to do with how I felt about Baker. He was mine. Nobody touched what was mine and I protected what was mine…at all costs. Those sons of bitches were going to pay. Landon would be delighted when he ended up having to bail me out of a Miami jail.
For Baker, I’d deal with Landon’s wrath. Hell, for Baker, I’d deal with anything.
I tore down the darkened hall and the scowl on my face must have said it all, people skittered out of the way like terrified ducklings. None of the faces in the hall matched the two idiots who accosted Baker, so I yanked the door open to the men’s room. There were a couple of blow jobs going on in corners, some men cleaning up at the sinks, and a few at the urinals—none were my men. There were six stalls and each one was occupied. The polite thing to do would be wait for them to finish. Number one, I wasn’t polite. Number two, Baker was alone while I did this, which meant there was no time for politeness. Before I’d finished, I’d ruined six doors and terrified eight people. Yeah, two were double occupancy, which I guessed was better than the two couples sexing it up out in the open. After mumbling a few apologies and making a mental note to make Landon send the club owner money to repair the doors, I left the men’s room and headed toward the bar. It was a huge circular bar that could seat about thirty people and, of course, even more stood around like buzzards circling the dead as they waited for a seat. The men weren’t there either. I looked at the dance floor, but it was so wild and crowded, it would be impossible for me to find them without fighting my way out there amongst the partiers and hunt through them.
Of course, it was exactly what I was going to do after I checked in on Baker. They might not be making it easy on me, but I wouldn’t give up.
Still cruising on anger, I bumped my way through the crowd to make my way to our table. When I was three steps away, my anger was suddenly directed to someone else entirely—Baker. He hadn’t followed my orders. The table was occupied with another couple and Baker was nowhere to be seen. I was going to spank his ass until he wouldn’t be able to sit for at least a week. Stomping my way over, I glared down at the two men who’d taken up residence at our table. One was a bigger guy like me and his date was an effeminate twink. When they noticed me standing over them, their eyes sparkled with interest…until they took a good look at the fury on my face. The interest dissolved immediately.