CHAPTER 65 The Club

  -Scott-

  I stood next to the bar and watched the crowd as they shuffled back and forth between the scenes or seating areas. The loud thumping music did little to drown out the cries of pain and passion. Occasionally a cheer would punctuate one of those sounds, and my attention would turn away from my inner thoughts for a moment. I would crane my neck to see where the sound was coming from. After making sure the crowd or Dom was not overstepping their bounds, I would fall back into my inner musings.

  I hated that I couldn't get Molly out of my mind. The way she had looked in that ridiculous excuse of a dress chad made my blood boil just thinking about it.

  But not with anger.

  No, that came with the thought of whoever it was that she had dressed so fucking provocatively for. I desperately wanted to hunt that man down and bash his face.

  My hands curled into fists, and I looked down at them as my knuckles turned red.

  "Fuck!" I snarled and took a sip of his soda.