Chapter 16
Bishop was two seconds away from punching a hole through Monroe, and then the wall, and Monroe again. He knew what the smarmy bastard was doing getting all touchy with Jenny right in front of him. He was showing Bishop that he had a more intimate relationship with Jenny than he’d initially thought.
In his head, Bishop mocked Monroe with a sing-song, “It’d be nice to have you for a night.”
Cunty little fucker!
He still saw red when Jenny turned and approached to speak to him. Keeping his eyes trained on the wall over her head he wanted to snort at the act. The woman was impossible to ignore. From the second he set foot in the damn building he knew exactly where she was. Her scent was imprinted so firmly on him that he knew it better than his own.
He fought to keep his eyes averted as she stripped out of her lab coat, sending a waft of her feminine scent lifting up to his nose even as his eyes lowered to the creamy skin of her arms and chest that was exposed by the tight fitting little t-shirt she wore.
She started trying to explain to him about Monroe, and he didn’t want to hear it. Even the thought of her in bed with that smug prick had Bishop’s hackles rising. He didn’t want to know their past. He didn’t want to know anything about any relationship Jenny had with Monroe.
“Is ‘at my Jen?”
The words drew both his and Jenny’s attention.
He recognized the uniform on the guy standing down the hall as one worn by the Sentries that had accompanied Elias and Fleur StoneCrow from their home in Ireland. The man was one of their guards.
Jenny’s shocked and breathy, “L-Lawder. Is that you?” had Bishop staring between her and the man who was letting his eyes rove Jenny a little too intimately.
“Ain’t you all grown up?”
The words had Bishop’s back teeth clenching hard.
The guy, Lawder, was jogging down the hall now, rushing Jenny. She lifted a hand, but before the guy could see she was trying to stop him, he had her squeezed in a giant bear hug, her feet dangling from the ground as he spun her around.
It took all of one breath for Bishop to scent Jenny’s agony. This fuck with the dumb accent was hurting his mate.
Two large strides closed the distance between them, and he reached them just as Jenny cried out.
Bishop ripped Lawder off Jenny and shoved him hard in the chest. It sent Lawder stumbling backward even as Bishop snarled, “Keep your fucking hands off her!”
The staff that remained in the hall gaped at the scene.
Lawder regained his footing and went after Bishop, but slammed to a halt. His head whipped around and his rounded eyes landed on Jenny as his nose flared. “Did…did I huut you, Jen?” He scanned her body.
Jenny was rubbing her arms where he’d made skin-on-skin contact and sent an electric pulse of pain buzzing through her. “It’ fine,” she whispered shaking her head and trying to wave it off.
Lawder reached for her, but before he could grab her arm, Bishop locked his hand around Lawder’s wrist and leaned down to go almost nose-to-nose. “I said. Don’t. Fucking. Touch her!”
Jenny stepped into Bishop’s frame and turned until her back was pressed into his big body. She shuddered like just that small amount of contact soothed her, so Bishop shoved Lawder’s hand away and lowered his own to rub at Jenny’s arms.
“Bishop,” Jenny spoke quietly. “This is Lawder Cassell. He’s…he’s the one who saved me.”
Bishops hands stilled on Jenny, and he was back to wanting to punch things starting with this Lawder fuck.
What kind of name is that anyway? Lawder! Seriously? Fucking douche.
The guy was shorter than Bishop, but not by much. He was just as thickly muscled though, and that’s where the similarities ended. Where Bishop was all long blonde hair and full beard along his jawline, Lawder had his dark hair shorn short on the sides and just slightly longer on top where it looked gelled and then combed like he’d spent too much time on it. Lawder’s face was clean shaven too, and Bishop couldn’t figure out of it was a style choice or simply because the prick lacked the testosterone to actually have the ability to grow a beard. He was betting on the latter. It’d make sense considering Lawder was one of the prettiest men he’d ever seen. His skin was flawless, no scars at all from battle, and his lips were fat like two worms stuffed full of shit. He supposed women could find Lawder attractive if you were into that whole soft looking, fat lipped, Tom Hardy kind of thing.
“Law,” Jenny’s sweet voice drew Bishop's attention down to her. “This is Bishop Arkinson.”
It stung that she didn’t tag on, “my mate”. He deserved it though, he supposed. It was his idea to give them both space and to keep their affliction a secret. Still, when Law’s eyes dipped to where Bishop was rubbing Jenny’s arms, Bishop smoothed one hand up Jenny’s satiny skin and rested it on her shoulder, so his arm was bracketed across her chest in an openly possessive gesture.
Law slid his gaze from Bishop’s arm up to his face, and then he licked his lips and held out a hand for Bishop to shake. “Seems we got off on a wrong foot, mate.”
With no good reason not to shake the guy’s hand—regardless of how much he didn’t want to—Bishop heaved a sigh and dropped his possessive hold on Jenny. He gripped Law’s hand a little too firmly, and his eyes glinted when Law met him tight grip for tight grip, power for power.
Unable to break his staring contest with Law, Bishop kept up the pressure on the handshake even as he felt Jenny’s head move against his chest before she hissed, “Jesus!” Then more loudly, “Knock it off you two, before you break each other’s hands!”
Bishop sure as shit wasn’t going to be the first one to break the staring contest/handshake challenge, so he kept right on squeezing, eyes intense as Law met him glare for glare, pressure for pressure.
“LAW!” A voice boomed from down the hall.
Without looking, Bishop assumed it was Elias because Law instantly pulled his hand from Bishop’s and turned to race down the hall. He skidded to a stop though to turn around and jab a finger at Jenny with a wink. “Ain’t leavin’ ‘ere wifout ’aving a drink wif you, woman. Make time for me, yeah?”
He didn’t wait for a response before he turned and raced to his Dominant.
When Jenny turned and looked up at Bishop with a disapproving glare, he growled, “What the fuck do you mean he’s the one who saved you? Saved you from what?”
“Captivity,” she answered. “Lawder’s the Sentry who found me and rescued me.”
Motherfucking son of cunty fucker!
Bishop’s jaw ticked as he clenched his jaw, mind reeling now as he wondered if maybe Jen wasn’t holding out for Monroe at all. Maybe, just maybe, she’d been saving herself for this Lawder fuck!