manager. Put security on it. Now!” Reed stood up fast enough he knocked the stool to the ground, scattering dancers around them. Cooper leapt to his feet. Already standing, Simon had a lead of a few paces on them. He was a fast fucker when he needed to be. And he didn’t hesitate for a moment.
They would have gone on a seek-and-destroy mission to stop this guy even if they didn’t know the woman he was likely about to abuse, but… Andi . No! They had to find her.
Fast.
Waiting for the authorities wasn’t an option.
Who knew what that asshole would do to her? She didn’t belong in a place like this. Could be taken advantage of so easily. Why hadn’t she told them the truth about what she was doing tonight?
Because they would have acted like barbarians, of course. Prohibited her from going.
At least she would have been safe, if furious. Her anger he could handle, the alternative…he could not. Would not.
“Andi!” he shouted, though no one heard him above the blaring music. He hauled his phone from his jeans and poked her picture in his contact list. It went straight to voicemail.
They blew through the main floor as if by some unspoken agreement. If she was still up there, dancing, the bouncers could deal with the situation. But if she’d already gone down below…
Reed ran faster.
He cleared the three flights of stairs to the underground playrooms with a leap for each one. “Split up!”
He bolted through a corridor they’d strolled along together on numerous other occasions, much more pleasant ones, while Connor and Simon searched others. He thought of all the things they’d done together in the shadowy corners of the club and couldn’t imagine how someone would enjoy taking instead of giving to their partner here.
Breaking plenty of rules, which would get him banned from Flesh for life, he interrupted more than one couple in the middle of a delicate situation. The cell phone in his pocket was another violation. He didn’t give a shit. It might be necessary to call for help when he found Andi. When . No matter how many rooms he barged into, they weren’t the right ones.
Shit! Were they too late?
Had the creep taken Andi somewhere else instead?
Behind him, Cooper and Simon were causing just as much of a ruckus as he had.
With only a few more areas to clear, a shriek rent the air. “Help!”
His heart stopped.
“Andi!” Reed skipped ahead to the source of the scream. He bashed the door with his shoulder, ignoring the pain that radiated along his arm when the solid wood shuddered but didn’t cave. He backed up then kicked, this time splintering a section. Another smash of his boot blasted it wide open.
And there she was, unconscious, at the mercy of some date-raping scum. He called to his roommates, “Over here, guys!”
Simultaneously, his fingers curled into a fist.
“Hey, what are you doing? This is a private—”
The bastard never finished his sentence. It would have been hard to minus the teeth Reed popped from his too-pretty face, knocking him out cold in the process.
He didn’t waste any effort on pummeling the guy. There’d be plenty of time for punishment later, after they’d made sure Andi was okay.
She was his first priority.
Now and always.
Simon and Cooper raced into the room, shouting curses when they took in the rivulet of blood trickling over her cheek and the ripped underwear dangling from a corner of the bed.
If this fuckwad had raped her, he wouldn’t live.
Reed roared, but wouldn’t be distracted from his primary goal.
Afraid to touch her with so much rage storming through him, he looked to Cooper, who rushed to Andi and gathered her in his arms. He leaned down and allowed her breath to dust his cheek before gently touching the pulse point in her neck. Satisfied, he tried to rouse her. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”
He shook her softly, trying to bring her around with encouraging nonsense as Simon trotted into the hall to flag down a staff member.