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“Get away from her,” the one named Vic stated.

Tagart looked back at and caressed her cheek as he pulled his hand away from the wall. He looked her body over and smiled at her.

“We’ll talk later, when the savages ain’t around.”

“Savages?” Vic repeated in a low, menacing tone. As Tagart went to walk by them, Vic took a challenging step toward him.

“Don’t, Vic. He’s not worth it,” Elise stated, and Tagart smiled as he walked away.

* * * *

Vic was pissed off as he closed his eyes and tried to calm his temper.

“Is he okay?” Elise whispered to Tommy.

Vic kept his fists clenched by his side.

He felt delicate fingers touch his skin, and he flinched then heard Elise gasp. He opened his eyes and she looked scared.

“Tommy, take care of her.” He began to walk away when he felt her hand on his arm.

“No. Don’t go, Vic. Please stay with me.”

He turned to look down at her as the anger at seeing Tagart touch her and trap her against the wall eased from his mind.

“I don’t want to get angry in front of you. There’re things that just set me off sometime.”

“That’s normal.”

“Not really.”

“I don’t know. I get pretty damn angry at assholes on a regular basis,” she told him and he chuckled.

“Come on, you two. Come keep me company.”

She took both their hands and then released them as they followed her down the hallway.

Vic watched her as she entered the room, grabbed her bag, and started taking off some of the makeup she had on.

“I hate makeup. I hate the smell of it and the taste of it. Plus it’s really bad for your skin, too.” She leaned over the sink and wiped the stuff from her face.

“Are you okay?” Tommy whispered, and Vic nodded his head at him. He then stared at Elise.

He walked over toward her and leaned against the wall.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

She stopped what she was doing and stared up at him with those big, beautiful blue eyes.

“No. It was no big deal, so don’t think about it anymore.”

He pulled her into his arms and hoisted her up against his chest.

“Baby, I can’t help but worry. I don’t like that guy, and I sure as shit don’t want him or a

nyone else except Tommy touching you.”

He covered her mouth and squeezed her to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders and kissed him back then wrapped her legs around his waist.


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