Fourteen
LIAM
I’mat the bar having a beer with Xander while watching the girls dance, mainly my girl. The asshole to my right spills his beer all over the bar dragging my attention from the girls as we clean up the mess he made. When I look back at Mercy, some asshole has his hands on her. In an instant, I see fucking red.
I slam my beer down on the bar and storm over to her with Stony Max, and Xander flanked at my sides.
“Get your fucking hands off my girl.”
He laughs, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law. It looks like she’s with me now.”
When he pulls her tight against his dick, I lose my mind. I grab him by the throat and squeeze until he releases her.
“Liam, let him go,” Xander says.
Max comes up, “I’ve got this. I’ll get him out. Go take care of your girl.”
I look over to Mercy, shaking like a leaf, appearing horrified, so I let go reluctantly and let Max handle the rest.
I walk over to her and pull her into my arms, “Shhh, it’s okay baby girl. I’m sorry.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her face into my chest, “I thought it was you.”
Holding her tight, I kiss her on the head, “I’m here now, baby girl. He’s gone.”
“Can we go home?”
“Yes, baby. Anything you want.”
We walk to the table so she can get her purse and say goodbye to everyone.
“You’re leaving?” Elle whines.
I glare at her, silently telling her to shut up.
“I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner,” Mercy says.
She hugs Elle and then Isabella, and we go to leave. I turn back towards Max and simply say, “Thank you.”
He nods, “Anytime.”
She’s quiet on the drive home. That asshole really got to her. As much as I hate the thought, it probably made her remember what happened with Nash.
I park and open the door for her. We walk into the house; she kicks off her shoes and puts her purse on the coffee table.
She goes into the bedroom; I assume to get ready for bed. I check my emails quickly on my phone. There isn’t anything that requires my immediate attention, so I walk to our bedroom to get ready for bed with my girl.
I walk in to find one of my favorite sights. Mercy, naked, on her knees, waiting for me. She’s perfect. But I did not expect her to be in the mood for this.
I reach out and stroke her hair, “There’s my good girl.”
Glancing up at me with her gorgeous bedroom eyes, she makes my cock swell.
“Tell me why you’re on your knees, baby girl.”
“For your pleasure, sir.”
I groan, “You know we don’t have to do this tonight.”