Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(56)

“Bree, I need to get out of here,” I shouted in her ear. I turned to look for Jordan, but he wasn’t there anymore. Shit!

Bree turned around and cupped her ear, still dancing to the song with a goofy grin on her face. “What did you say?”

About that time, a set of arms wrapped around my waist and I immediately stiffened when I noticed the skull tattoo out of the corner of my eye.

I elbowed him in the arm, but it didn’t faze him. The prick laughed and held me tighter. Bree’s eyes went wide and she rushed off toward the bar, no doubt to get Tyler. “You need to get off of me,” I warned him, clenching my teeth.

“Or what? You’re going to get your boyfriend to kick my ass? I’d like to see him try. Ooh . . . maybe we could even get him suspended from the fight?”

I gasped. It was a trap. Jordan wasn’t a fighter, so no one would recognize him. My brother set it up perfectly. When Jordan’s hand lifted to my breast I saw nothing but red, an insurmountable rage boiling through my veins. I was going to kill my brother for this.

Thankful I was wearing a shoe with a heel, I lifted my foot and slammed it down on Jordan’s as hard as I could. He growled and let me go, but when I tried to run through the crowd, he caught my arm and pulled me back, his grip brutally tight.

“You’re not going anywhere, Kacey. I haven’t had my fun yet. Don’t you want to stay and watch? Your boyfriend’s almost here.”

He swung me around so that I faced him. Over his shoulder Tyler’s gaze finally landed on us once Bree rushed up to him. I tried to push Jordan away, but he held me too damn tight. My struggles only infuriated Tyler even more when he realized what was happening. The room crackled like fire as he stormed his way through the crowd, everyone giving him a wide berth.

Jordan cackled in my ear. “Show time.”

Once Tyler made it to us, Jordan pretended to be oblivious and grinded against me.

“You need to let her go, now!” Tyler demanded.

Jordan smiled down at me and winked before turning to acknowledge Tyler. “Oh, hey man, what’s up? Is this your chick?”

He let me go and I rushed over to Tyler’s side, grabbing a hold of his arm. I couldn’t let him fight. “Tyler, let’s go. He’s just a drunk *. The last thing you need is to get into a fight.”

Nostrils flaring, he glared at Jordan and clenched his hands into tight fists. “Easier said than done when you watch a piece of shit putting their hands on what’s mine.”

Desperately, I looked up at Cole who was on Tyler’s other side and silently demanded his help.

Cole nodded and slapped Tyler on the shoulder. “Come on, Rushing. This cocksucker isn’t worth f*cking up your title fight this weekend. Let’s get out of here.”

“Please, Tyler, let’s go,” I pleaded, pulling on his arm.

He snarled at Jordan and thankfully turned on his heel, placing his arm protectively over my shoulders. The front door felt like it was miles away, but we got there quickly and started for his truck. As fast as we went, we didn’t get out of there before Jordan started in on round two, following us.

“You know, I have to say your chick can really move on the dance floor. My dick got so f*cking hard rubbing it against her ass,” he said. Then he pointed to Bree. “Actually, I was hoping to get a little double action, if you know what I mean.”

Abruptly, Tyler stopped and I knew it was over. Even when I looked over at Cole he knew it too.

“Tyler, please,” I begged. “Keep walking. He’s trying to get you in trouble. Don’t let him win.” He wouldn’t look down at me—it was like he wasn’t even there.

Jordan, however, didn’t stop. He kept adding fuel to the fire. “When you get tired of her, make sure to pass her my way. I know guys like you can go through several in a week.”

Tyler moved so fast, all I felt was the rush of wind as he took off and tackled Jordan to the ground. Jordan might not be an MMA fighter, but he learned how to fight from my brother. And my brother was dirty. Tyler pounded on Jordan’s face, but then Jordan got free and rolled away, getting to his feet quickly.

Laughing, Jordan wiped the blood off of his lip with the back of his hand. “So . . . the elusive Tyler Rushing is hard up over a female. Since you’re not going to share, can I at least compliment her nice rack? I got a pretty good handful of them earlier.”

Tyler lunged again, but this time he hit Jordan so hard on the side of the face, he fell limp to the ground, smacking his head on the concrete. Gasping, I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands, tears streaming down my cheeks. It was one thing to see a fight in the ring, but it was another seeing it for real, with real emotions.

With his back to me, Tyler hung his head as Cole knelt down by Jordan’s limp body to check on him. Bree rushed to my side and put her arms around me, crying hysterically.

“Oh my God, Kace, what are we going to do?”

About that time, two sets of blue lights pulled into the parking lot and came straight toward us. Two officers jumped out of the car, one heading straight for Tyler and the other toward Cole and Jordan. The one who approached Tyler shook his head and sighed. Apparently, they knew each other.

“When I got the call, I didn’t expect it to be you, son,” he announced regretfully. “You know I’m going to have to take you both in for questioning.”