As soon as I drop her off with Ireland, I feel like something is…off.
I can't put my finger on it, but something is seriously strange tonight. Instead of acting like a stalker boyfriend, I decide to find out where the guys are. Grabbing my phone from the cup holder, I dial Beckett's number. He answers on the third ring.
“I thought you were getting ass tonight and that’s why you wanted us gone.”
"Ireland wanted to go out, so now I'm alone. Where are you fuckers?" He rattles off an address, and I tell him I'll see him in a few. I don't care if he's fucking someone. He’s the type to walk out as soon as he gets his dick wet.
When I pull up to the frat house they’re trolling at, I get out of my car and make my way inside. It doesn't take me long to find Maddox in the corner drinking a beer, a bitch whispering in his ear, probably telling him all the nasty things she wants to do to him right now. He ignores her, continuously scanning the room.
I make my way over to him and take the beer out of his hands. "Hey, fucker,” he growls as I take a swallow. "Get lost, bitch.” I smirk. She narrows her eyes at me for a second before she sees who I am, then her attitude changes and she gives me her best flirty, fuck me stare. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. He lost his balls a few weeks ago.” But that doesn’t stop her from running her hand along my arm.
"I suggest you leave," I whisper into her ear. Her cheeks redden, a look of anger forming on her face as she storms off.
"See, if you hadn't hooked up with Bres, we would be taking that bitch into a bedroom and fucking her.” He shakes his head before taking his beer back and downing the rest of the contents.
“That’s the thing. I don’t want anyone else. I like being with Bresin and only Bresin. I'm good, brother."
He rolls his eyes. “Please, and I’m a fag.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. I mean, it would make sense. He doesn’t ever fuck the bitches I’ve brought in for us. He’s only ever let them suck him off. Not once has he ever come inside one of them, even when we were teens.
“You sure about that?” I ask. He doesn't like talking about that shit, but I need to mess with him a little.
“Fuck you, Jag,” he bites out, turning and walking toward the kitchen, probably to find some more beer. Before I can follow him, I see Beckett coming toward me with some bitch wrapped around him as if she’s going to climb the fucker like a tree.
"Hey, bitch." He grins. "Where's your other half? Out getting laid by someone else?" He blows a kiss to me.
"Fuck off," I say, taking the beer Maddox hands me as he takes his spot again.
It doesn't take us long to start talking about Ridge and the plan on getting him into rehab again. I scan the party as we talk, not paying much attention to what the people around us are doing…until I catch sight of the back of Bresin. I’d recognize that dress she’s wearing anywhere. I can feel the jealousy and anger rise up in me. Someone else has their hands on what’s mine.
I start to make my way through the crowd in the direction she went. She's swaying slightly, someone dragging her through the crowd. When she turns her head, I see the disoriented look on her face. I look behind me to see Mad and Beck both following me.
"Where the fuck is she going?" Beck asks.
I don’t say a word as we continue to follow them. I don’t recognize the girl or guy she’s with, but I can bet he’s not going to like me when I find out where they are taking her. We follow them for a few minutes before they come to a door. I watch Bresin stumble slightly, then turn her head, spotting me. She reaches out weakly.
“Jagger,” she whimpers.
When the guy turns to look at what she's reaching for, I deck the bastard. He releases her, and I reach out as she starts to fall forward. Before he can come at me, Maddox stops him and pushes him back. Beckett makes his way toward the girl, who looks like she might piss herself.
“Babe, what happened?” I ask Bres. Her eyes are glossed over. I have no clue what the fuck they gave her, and where the hell is Ireland?
"Jagger," she slurs. Her grip on my arms tightens and her legs give out. She hasn’t been out long enough to be this drunk already.
I pick her up and stare at the guy Mad is holding. “Who the fuck are you?” he growls, trying to get Mad off of him.
“I’m trying to figure the same damn thing out about you. I know for sure we don’t know you, so why are you with my girlfriend?” I watch his movements. I can’t for the life of me get a read on the bastard.
He mutters something under his breath before Maddox punches him in the gut and lets him fall to the floor. “Why are you dragging Bresin through a party? What did you give her?"
I look down at her in my arms. I want to beat the fuck out of him for drugging her.
“I didn’t give her shit,” he snaps.
“What did she take?” Beckett questions the girl.
“GHB.” The girl shrinks back when she sees the look on my face. So help me God, if they were going to take her somewhere to be raped…
“You were trying to rape her?” I question the idiot Maddox now has by the throat. I watch as he squeezes.
“We were just supposed to bring her,” he gasps.
“Who gave you the order?” I grit my teeth to keep from wanting to tear this bastard’s head off. He messed with the wrong damn girl. Maddox loosens his grip on the dick’s throat, but doesn’t release him.
"No idea,” he says snidely. Maddox punches him in the gut again and he collapses to the floor. I need to get Bresin out of here, but I need some more answers first.
"Try again," Beck growls.
“Some college kid paid me a grand to get her to this party,” he finally huffs out. He rolls to his side, holding his stomach as he gasps for air.
“Where is Ireland Martenelli?"
The girl glances over at me. She looks a tad bit scared and nervous as she turns her head away. Something must have happened to her. Ireland wouldn't just let someone drug Bresin.
“Where is she?” I demand, walking over toward the girl. She swallows before looking down at the floor.
“She is probably still at the other party.” Her voice cracks from the fear I’m sure is running through her body right now. She doesn’t look at me, but I can tell she doesn’t know what to do. Everything she’s ever known is about to fucking change. I nod to Beckett and he drags her out of the hallway and through the crowd of people.
We don’t hurt women, but there is nothing I would rather do right now. So I guess we are just going to have to settle for hurting her asshole partner.
“I need to get her home. Can you and Beck find Ireland and bring her back to my place?” He nods without saying a word. “And deal with this fucker.” I kick his thigh before turning and walking away.
I come up on Becket in the hallway as I make my way toward the door. "Find out who was trying to get to her. Find Ireland. I want to make sure she's okay, too. Call Ridge and find out where he is and tell him we have some shit to deal with. I don't care where his head is right now. The girls are in danger. I know that will click with him. He's had some weird thing with Ireland for years. He'll want to protect her."
Beckett nods slightly before making his way down the hallway.
Adjusting my hold on Bresin, I make sure her ass is covered before making my way through the party and out the side door. Once I get her in the passenger seat of my car, I shut the door and start to walk around the back of it. I see a shadowy figure coming toward me. Hitting the button on my key fob, I lock Bresin in and turn to face whomever it is.
“Where is she?” Ridge’s voice breaks through the sounds of the party.
“I’ve got Bres,” I grit out. He fucking cares all of a sudden? He has no idea what I would do for his sister, the lengths I would go to protect her. “I don’t know where Ireland is, but someone drugged Bresin. I’m taking her back to my place, whether you like it or not.” I can see the tick in his jaw, but he doesn’t come closer.
“Who drugged her?” he demands. I highly doubt Maddox had called him yet, so how did he know where she was?
"No idea. Maybe you do, though. Ever since you've been using, shit’s been fucking happening to her. Someone threatens her with a sex tape, someone drugs her at a party. What’s fucking next, Ridge? When the fuck are you going to clean your shit up? Why are you dragging her down with you?" I take a step toward him.
“How do you know this is because of me?” I see him clench his fists as he tries to keep himself under control.
"None of this shit started until you started getting high again. Ireland might be in trouble. If you care about her at all, like I think you do, I suggest you find her. She was the one who begged Bres to go out with her tonight.”
He closes his eyes for a second before opening them and nodding. “Where were they?”
I look back at the car and see the light barely showing Bresin’s face. Her eyes are still closed. I need to get her back home. "I dropped them off at the Stinger House. Beck and Mad are dealing with the guy who had Bresin. Maybe he knows more than he let on. Back hallway of the house. I need to get her out of here.”
He nods before taking a step back and turning on his heel to walk away. Before he can reach the door I came out of, he stops and turns to face me again. “Make sure she’s okay.”
“You never have to worry about that with me.”