“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Forcing herself to look away, she stared down at his large, masculine fingers stroking up her side.
“No, it doesn’t. The guy, he pushed me, and I hit the wall. Just a few bruises maybe.” She looked at him and took a step back. Jacob moved closer to her, and the air seemed to thicken between them. He was taller than she was, making it so she had to tilt her head back to see him.
She took a deep breath as his thumb grazed the underside of her breast. Her nipple puckered, and she tensed up. For some strange reason, she wasn’t afraid of him.
He moved his thumb up, and traced back and forth over her nipple. Lou didn’t try to stop him.
“I’m not easy,” she said.
“I know.” Jacob moved his finger over the lace of her bra, and tugged it down so that her breast spilled out. He leaned in close, pressing his lips to hers. His gaze stayed on hers, and then he took her nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.
Heat flooded her pussy, and she cried out as his teeth bit into the bud. He soothed it out with his tongue. She pressed her legs together to try to ease the need that had started.
Someone knocked on the door, bringing their time to an end.
“I think it’s time we go to dinner.”
****
Later that night, Jacob entered the basement of the red zone district. His father and mother were still there, as were his uncles. While he’d been with Frank, he’d put the call through to make sure the fucker who was shot in the leg was still alive and breathing when he got back.
The rest of the night had gone by without a hitch. He’d taken Lou with him on several runs, scooping up cash, and keeping an eye on basic business. All the while, her bruise had gotten deeper, covering her cheek.
Riley was pissed at him.
He didn’t need her twin to be pissed at him. Jacob was already pissed at himself. No one hurt his woman.
“Where is he?” he asked.
Maddox moved aside from the basement, and he walked down. Abel sat in a seat in the corner. The two men, David the manager they had put in charge, and the one who hurt Lou, were sitting in the middle chained to each other.
“I’m sorry, man, I thought I was doing a good thing.”
“A good thing? I checked the books, David. You’ve been scamming off these women for months,” Abel said.
“You touched my woman,” Jacob said, pointing at the man he didn’t know.
“Look, every bitch in here wants to be touched.”
Slamming his fist against the man’s face, Jacob thought about Lou, her smile, her face, now with a bruise. He’d been so busy dealing with David that he’d not been there to protect her while she’d been protecting an underage girl. Over and over he slammed his fist, alternating between his hands, landing against the man’s face. Jacob didn’t stop. He kept on hitting him.
Only when he’d had enough of hitting did he go for the bat that Abel was holding. This was anoth
er element that made the Dentons different. They were all more than happy to take care of business.
He didn’t stop, tuning out the man’s scream as he thought about Lou. No man was ever going to lay a hand on her, he’d make damn sure of that.
Chapter Seven
“Lou’s gone back to work,” Riley said, climbing into the car Friday evening. He carried two cups of coffee and placed them both in the cup holders. They had already had one night together, and Jacob was impressed by him. His father had done well picking Riley out of a lot of applications.
“What?”
“Lou’s back at work. She wouldn’t listen to me even though half of her face is black and fucking blue. Fucking woman, I tell you she just can’t stop. She’s always had to be doing something, as otherwise she goes crazy.”
Riley was dressed in an expensive suit, but Jacob didn’t accept anything less. “I told her that I spoke to Frank.”