Madison squeals and grabs onto the back of Blaine’s jacket as he turns a bit to look at the guy Madison was previously dancing with before the show went down. “Definitely not, as long as you’ll be handling me like this. Fuck dancing. Let’s get out of here, Ava.” She glances over to the somewhat scared looking guy. “Sorry, guy. Thanks for the dance.”

Blaine takes off walking toward the door in a hurry and Royal reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me through the crowd behind them.

By the time we make it outside, Blaine has Madison backed up against her car, leaning in close to her neck. They’re talking, but I can’t make out anything that they’re saying.

“You riding with your friend or me?” Royal questions, grabbing my attention.

I turn back to Madison and watch, as she pulls out her keys, ready to unlock her door. “I’ll ride with Madison since she’s not leaving her car here.” I run my hand through my tangled hair, fixing it a bit. “We’ll meet you there.”

Smiling, I back away and walk over to Madison, pulling her away from Blaine’s sexy, dirty ass. “We’ll meet you guys there, Playboy. Just keep it in your damn pants a little longer. Zip it back up.”

“I’ll try my best,” he says while checking out Madison’s ass and then walking over to join Royal by the bikes.

“I guess you got what you wanted. Thanks to those sexy men. You better be sure to thank Royal later.” Madison smiles at me over the top of her car and then opens the door, jumping inside.

“I want to,” I say to myself, while watching Royal watch me. “So damn bad.”

They wait until we’re both in the car safely, before starting their bikes and taking off for us to follow them.

ONCE WE PULL INTO THE back of Savage & Ink, Madison turns off her car and starts checking herself over in the mirror. “I’m so damn sweaty and my hair looks like ass.”

She runs her hands through her hair a few times and then turns to me. “Better?”

“Do you really think Blaine cares what your hair looks like? I’m pretty sure he plans to mess it up later.”

She perks up and watches Royal and Blaine through the window as they park their bikes and start walking our way. “Damn, I hope so. Everything about that boy is ultra-sexy.”

I laugh and reach for my purse, joining her in watching the boys talking while slowly making their way over. “What about Jax?”

“I’m willing to take them both.”

My heart slightly jumps as Royal pulls the door open and reaches for my hand, pulling me out to my feet.

“Thanks.” I give Royal a thankful smile and look over to see Blaine on the other side of the car as Royal shuts the door for me.

“Oh damn,” Madison says, while eyeing Blaine up and down in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, as he guides her out of the car and to the back door. “Sexy as hell, tough as nails, and knows how to open doors for ladies. God, I’ve been missing out on so much for the last twenty-two years.”

“I can make up for it,” Blaine says playfully, while slapping her ass, making her yelp. “Damn you have one fine ass, girl. Stay close to me when we get inside.”

Royal shakes his head at his friend and possessively grabs for my hand, pulling me against him. “Tonight should be pretty calm, but if someone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know and they’re out. No fucking exceptions. You’re here with me and I take care of you.”

With my heart pounding from his words, I nod my head and walk in front of him as he holds the door open for me to walk in first.

I notice right away that it’s a lot quieter than the last time we were here and I’m hoping that’s a good sign, and that nothing crazy like the last time we were here will go down.

I’ve already seen Royal knock a grown man on his ass tonight and I can’t deny that it oddly turned me on. Something about his demanding and powerful tone sets my whole body ablaze with a need that is impossible for me to snuff out.

With his hand still in mine, Royal walks straight up to the bar and pulls out a stool for me to sit on.

As soon as my ass hits the stool, he places both of his hands around my face and looks me in the eyes. “Stay here while I grab us some drinks.”

He turns to Blaine who has Madison sitting one stool over from me, standing between her legs. “Don’t let anyone even breathe on her. Got it?”

Blaine smirks. “I can handle both girls. No need to worry.”

“Fuck you.” With that, Royal walks away and joins Jax behind the bar.

I see them both talking, but can’t make out anything over the rock music playing softly in the background.

A few minutes later, Royal walks back around to my side of the bar and places two beers down for us, as Jax places a beer down in front of Blaine and a mixed drink for Madison.

Jax smiles at me and runs a hand over his firm chest. “Hey, babe. Sorry about the show the other night.”

I smile back, trying to block out the memory of his firm ass flexing over the table as he pounded roughly into that girl. “Hey, Jax.” I take a sip of my beer, watching him over the top. Yeah, I can’t block it out, so I quickly pull my eyes away. “It was quite a show.”

Royal gives Jax a hard look and pulls my stool closer to him. “Thanks for fucking up my table, asshole. I set some shit on it earlier and one of the legs gave out.”

“Really?” Jax questions with cockiness. He turns to Madison, looking her over as Blaine wraps her legs around his waist. “I like to play hard. Shit gets broken sometimes.”

Madison’s eyes widen and Blaine watches her with a grin as if he’s enjoying her reaction.

“When the fuck did Matthew get here?” Jax suddenly grinds out. “He’s with his boy again.”

Royal turns behind him, setting his sights on some rough, dirty guy that is here with some boy that looks to be in his teens. He looks like he’s been drinking since the ass crack of dawn, and is pushing the teenage boy around, yelling at him as they play pool.

“That fucking piece of shit!” Royal suddenly shoots straight up to his feet. “Stay here.” He punches Blaine’s shoulder to get his attention. “Let’s go.”

Blaine finally looks over to see what Royal is so pissed about. “Well he fucked up now. Damn idiot.” He pushes away from Madison and follows Royal over to the pool table.

Looking harder to see what’s going on, I notice that the kid has a black eye and what looks to be some bruises on his arm, so I quickly jump to my feet, ignoring Royal’s demand to stay seated. “What the hell.”

Royal shoves the father into the wall, before grabbing the boy’s face and looking him over.

His eyes go so fucking dark that my heart stops beating. I’ve never seen Royal look so pissed before and I know that something is about to go down.

“Blaine . . . take the kid for a minute.”

I quickly rush over and grab the boy’s hand. “I got him.”

Royal’s nostrils flare in anger as he looks me over, realizing that I disobeyed him, but he quickly turns his anger to the drunken guy as I hurriedly pull the kid away and start walking back over to the bar where Jax is.

Turning the stool away from the scene, I help the kid take a seat and ask Jax to get him a soda. “How old are you, kid?” I ask with a slight smile to comfort him.

The kid refuses to look me in the eye as he answers. “Fourteen.”

“Is he okay,” Madison questions over my shoulder.

I glance up when I hear a loud noise, to see that Royal has the guy across the top of the pool table and is repeatedly punching him, while screaming threats in his face.

The kid tries looking, but I grab his chin like Royal always does to me to stop him.