Texas Sirens: Siren In The City Part 12

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a fight with Patrick, and it's getting b.l.o.o.d.y. He's smaller than Patrick, but he seems really mean. Sally's in the middle of all of it. I can't find their Dom."

Julian's face hardened. "I know exactly where their Dom is.

Jackson, will you forgo killing your brother for the moment? I need your help."

Jack clenched his fists but got up anyway. He'd promised Julian he would help if the subs in the Platinum Suite got out of hand. It seemed like they had. It was only to be expected. Two subs shouldn't go running around in a club like this. He should have insisted on talking to them earlier, but he'd been thinking of his own problems.

He was still thinking of his own problems, but theirs seemed to be intruding. Besides, he reasoned, he couldn't kill Lucas in front of witnesses. He shook his head as he followed Julian out.

"How bad is it?" Julian glanced back at the blonde woman, but she couldn't keep up in her heels.

Even from the bar, Jack could hear the fight. It was loud and getting louder by the second. Jack knew it was bad when Julian broke into a jog.

"Call security." Jack barked the order to the bartender as they ran down the hallway that led to the playroom. Normally a bouncer was standing at the entryway, but the small desk was empty. Jack figured he'd already jumped into the fray.

There was a ma.s.s of people watching the fight. It seemed like all other activities had come to a halt, and violence, rather than s.e.x, was the theme of the evening. There was the sickening thud of flesh hitting flesh. Julian and Jack started shoving their way through the crowd.

"You keep your f.u.c.king hands off her!" A very familiar voice cut through the mess.

"Sam?"

Through the throng of bodies fighting, Jack caught a glimpse of his partner. He was throwing a punch at a bald guy while kicking 100 another man. He seemed to be trying to get to someone. Jack had a sudden horrible thought that he knew who Sam was trying to protect.

Julian looked back at Jack. "Well, would you like to talk to me about karma now, Jackson? Like it or not, it's about to bite you in the a.s.s."

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Chapter Nine.

Abby scrambled to get up. All around her, people were rus.h.i.+ng to get a good place to watch the fight that was going on. The heels and the miniskirt she wore hampered her every movement. She tried to push her way toward Sam, but she kept getting shoved toward the back of the crowd. She felt a big hand clamp down on her arm. It hauled her up, and she found herself against a big, masculine body.

Leo, that was what the other man had called him. Leo's blue eyes were blazing with impatience as he towered over her.

"Where is your Dom?"

Abby found herself turning away from him. She didn't have to answer him, she told herself. Then she saw Sam take a punch to the gut that made her eyes water. She tried to pull away to go help him, but that big hand held her tightly.

"No way, little sub." There was a bit of kindness in his voice now.

"He's a big boy, and he started this fight. Please tell me your Dom is somewhere in the building."

"He's probably with Julian Lodge." Maybe it was time to bring in Jack. She had wanted to give him a little shock to his system. She'd thought he might be p.i.s.sed about the shopping. She knew he'd be upset about the motorcycle and the impromptu trip to The Club. She figured he'd blow a gasket over this. She clutched at Leo's arm.

"Don't get him, please. Look, I'll tell him everything, but if he walks in on this...I don't know what he'll do."

Leo shook his head. "I do. You're going to look lovely on a St.

Andrew's Cross, dear. I'll lend him my single tail if he didn't bring his own."

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Abby wasn't really sure what a single tail was, but it didn't sound good. She knew exactly what a St. Andrew's Cross was and wondered briefly if Jack would really strap her to one for public punishment.

"Stay here," Leo instructed her. He squeezed her arm one last time. It felt like a warning. "I'm going to get your master."

The minute he was gone, Abby started to force her way through the crowd. She wasn't going to let Sam fight that man alone. He was bigger than Sam. Abby brushed past bodies and tried not to think about the hands that groped her as she moved through. All she could think about was getting to her man.

She fought her way to the front just in time to see Sam kick the h.e.l.l out of Baldie. Baldie groaned loudly because Sam really was mean. That boot of his caught Baldie firmly in the crotch. It should have been the end of the fight, but Baldie had some friends, and Sam refused to go down.

Sam swung out at the two men, obviously security guards, trying to pin him down. Abby realized Sam had more than likely moved past the time when he could make the sane decision to retreat. Sam was running on pure adrenaline at this point. She needed to get to him so they could make a getaway. Abby had a bad feeling that Julian Lodge might not care that she wasn't his sub to punish this time around.

Then there was the potential that he would bring Jack. Tears sprang to her eyes. Jack just might decide she wasn't worth all this trouble.

"Sam!" Abby yelled over the betting now going on around her.

"Sam!"

He wasn't listening to anything but the inner Tyler Durden he'd unleashed. She should never have let him watch Fight Club. She was about to walk into the middle of the fight when she felt herself being pulled back.

She turned quickly and looked into very dark eyes. The man was tall and dressed in head-to-toe leather. He was slender, and there was a certain cruelty to the set of his mouth.

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"No collar, sub," he whispered into her ear. "I'll have one on you before the end of the night."

Abby pulled away, but that hand was strong and attached to a lean, powerful body. Before Abby could do anything to stop it, she felt cold metal pressed to her wrist. She couldn't hear it over the crowd, but she knew the cuff probably snapped as it closed over her wrist. That a.s.shole had just handcuffed her.

Now she was panicking a little. She tried digging her stilettos into the hardwood of the floors. It didn't work. She twisted and fought.

Her eyes sought anyone who might help, but everyone around her was focused on the fight.

"Sam!" Abby screamed, not to save him this time, but to get him to save her. There were too many people in the crowd. She couldn't see him anymore.

"You take your f.u.c.king hands off her!" she heard Sam shout. She breathed a sigh of relief even though she was still being pulled along.

Sam wouldn't let some guy in leather carry her down to the dungeon.

"What the f.u.c.k is going on?"

The whole room got still at the loud roar.

Jack! Relief infused her, even as dread rolled through her belly.

She'd wanted to shake him up, but not this much. On the bright side, while she could yell all day long and no one paid attention, the minute Jack said a word, the world stopped.

Jack's low growl could be heard easily now. There was a slight parting in the crowd. Abby could see her husbands. Jack's back was to her, but Sam was on full display. "Samuel, would you like to explain why the h.e.l.l you aren't at home with our wife?"

"Jack." Sam sounded breathless. He stood still. His s.h.i.+rt was torn, and there was blood on his face.

Leather Guy decided to ignore the scene playing out behind him.

He started to pull Abby along.

"Hey." Abby pulled the other way.

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"You stop!" Sally shouted. She was shaking as she stood up to the Dom.

"Get out of my way, little girl," Leather Guy said. "I don't have time to punish you, sub. I have a plaything for the night."

"She doesn't belong to you." Sally's voice was tremulous, but she held her ground. She walked back to take Abby's free arm. "I'm taking her back."

Abby found herself being pulled in two directions. Sally tried to force her away from Leather Guy. Leather Guy tugged on the other side of the handcuff he'd attached to her wrist.

"Girl, I'm about to make the time to punish you," Leather Guy swore.

Abby tried to move closer to Sally. The crowd around her seemed to slow and then she heard a roar.

"What do you mean, she's here?" Jack's question came out as an accusation.

"Abby?" Sam yelled. Abby saw the small sea of people parting as Sam fought his way to her. He'd taken a couple of rough hits, and Abby worried his left eye was going to swell.

"Abigail Barnes!" Jack barked.

"I'm here, Jack." She wanted to fling herself against his broad chest and revel in safety. But part of her was terrified that whatever Jack had in mind was going to be so much worse than anything Leather Guy could dream up.

Sam took Sally's place. Sally stepped away quickly, allowing Sam to take the lead. He faced down her would-be kidnapper. "Take your hands off her."

"No collar," Leather Guy insisted. "Face it, sub, you should never have brought her here."

"Then perhaps you would like to explain to me why you've cuffed my wife?" Jack's question came out between his clenched, bared teeth. The crowd moved around him, respecting his s.p.a.ce.

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He was on the edge. She pulled away, trying to get to him. She knew instinctively that she needed to calm him down. The brow above his right eye was twitching ever so slightly. It was a sure sign that his blood pressure was rising. He would want blood soon. She already had to deal with Sam getting in trouble. She didn't want Jack getting hurt, too.

"I'm fine," she tried to rea.s.sure him.

Jack ignored her, choosing to spend his intimidation on Leather Guy. The Dom suddenly didn't look so sure anymore.

"She's not collared," he insisted.

"The wedding ring she's wearing is collar enough," Jack bit out.

"I know. I put it on her finger. You can see that f.u.c.king diamond from s.p.a.ce."

Abby flushed when she realized her mistake. Unfortunately, it was her left hand that was currently shackled. Leather Guy held up her perfectly ringless finger.

Abby felt the room get very cold as Jack stalked up to her. Sam held her hand. Leather Guy quickly used his key and uncuffed her. He dropped his hold on her. Sam pulled her into his arms.

"Abigail, would you like to explain to me why you're half-naked in a s.e.x club without your wedding ring on your finger?" Jack's voice was smooth, but there was no doubting the menace in it.

Sam pushed her slightly. She knew what he wanted her to do. She thought it was a good idea, too. She sank to her knees at Jack's feet and put her head down. Her hands were trembling as she curved her body into a submissive position.

"I'm sorry," Abby said quietly.

"That is not going to cut it, Abigail." Jack loomed over her. She could practically feel his rage pounding at her. "Answer me now.

Where is the ring I put on your finger? I swear to G.o.d if you lie to me, I'll strip you down here and now, and you won't be able to walk when I'm through."

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A perverse little tremor went through her. Jack was using that voice on her. It was the voice that got her wet and ready in seconds.

She didn't like to think about the fact that a small part of her wanted to keep pus.h.i.+ng him to see what that would feel like. How far would he go? How much could she take? The majority of her, however, went into survival mode.

"It didn't fit under the gloves I had to wear," she explained softly.

She felt Jack lift her chin up. He forced her to look him in the eyes. "What gloves, Abigail?" She tried to turn to look at Sam. Jack held her in place. "Don't you dare look at him. You look at me.

You're answering me. He'll get his chance to answer for what he's done. What gloves, Abigail? What gloves were so important that you would take off the ring I put on your finger?"

His deep green eyes were practically black in the dim light. It didn't frighten her on a physical level. She trusted him implicitly. Any pain he'd given her before had only enhanced her pleasure. But her heart was a different matter.

"I had to wear gloves, or Sam wouldn't let me on the motorcycle,"

Abby admitted.

Jack's eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them, Abby knew she was in for a bunch of that pleasure and no small amount of pain.

Jack let go of her chin. He nodded as though coming to a decision.

He turned and faced Julian Lodge. He was a commanding presence in the center of the room. He stood with his hand on Sally's bent head.

He stroked her as though attempting to give her comfort. His eyes weren't comforting as he looked at Jack.