CHAPTER 6

  Olive's P.O.V.

  I stared down at the large man before me, who was gasping for air. My dad was a professional MMA fighter in his youth and he taught me everything he knew, starting when I turned 13. He told me I needed to defend myself from any guy, no matter their size. Clearly, he was right. This wasn't the first time someone at a club tried to manhandle me and got put in their place. It was the first time I'd done it out on the dance floor, though.

  I watched as security pushed their way through the crowd, trying to make it to me. Shit, I'll lose my scholarship if I get charges pressed against me. I tried to think of a suitable solution, but the alcohol was fogging my decision-making skills. I was panicking when a familiar tattooed hand grabbed mine, pulling me through the crowd.

  "I'll bring her home safe." Lucas called back to Hailey as he navigated us through the crowd and out the side exit. "Come on, we need to get you out of here."