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ause of last night, we were much more observant than usually, keeping a watchful eye on her. I thought it odd that she didn't seem that uncomfortable being here, when even me and the guys tensed whenever a man stepped up to the bar—though she didn't. Instead, she smiled and got right on to mixing drinks. It was like she'd forgotten event yesterday or chose to ignore it. If it had been anyone else, they would've at the very least taken a day off. The question was, why didn't she? We all knew there was something more to the story than a simple break-in in her neighborhood, mostly because it had proven to be false, but we didn't know exactly what, or more specifically who the added security was for, and not knowing was pissing me off. I was...protective of her, and the whole not knowing what to protect her from was messing with my head.1A guy stepped up to the bar while Emma was reaching for a bottle on a shelf and something in me reacted instantly. My muscles coiled and I was ready to jump up from the seat in a fucking flash if it was needed. And yet, I didn't need to, because the guy simply walked away and quickly disappeared into the crowd.6My mind was playing tricks on me, seeing threats where there weren't any, all because my head was so intricately obsessed with my baby that I couldn't stand anything happening to her.5Emma turned back around and mixed the drink in front of her current customer before serving it to the woman.Fuck, our girl was pretty. It was like the air was knocked from my lungs whenever I set my eyes on her. Her smooth skin that felt soft against my rough one; hair perfect to grip in my fist; a smile that even at half volume made my own lips want to tug at the corners. I usually hated pretty things. All my life I'd found satisfaction in breaking the pretty because the ugly spoke the truth. Until Emma. Emma made me realize that not everything needed to be ugly to be genuine.13Sometimes beauty wasn't a mask to hide the ugliness.Sometimes...beauty could be beautiful without it being dishonest.4Another man was at the bar trying to get Emma's attention, waving what looked to be a slip of paper in his hands. The guy better not be trying to hit on our girl. If the note contained his phone number he better believe I wouldn't hesitate to kick him out, no matter how irrational that was.1She noticed him after a short while and leaned slightly over the bar so she could presumably hear what he had to say. The guy pointed at the bar top, as if he was explaining something and handed her the note.1Emma accepted the piece of paper and looked over at it. My eyes narrowed as I observed the way her hand began to shake, rattling the paper just enough to be noticeable from our position. There was a stillness to her that I didn't like, and when her face paled as she looked up sharply, searching the club with terrified eyes, I was already up from my seat and hurried to her side. The guys were right behind me.4Call us overprotective, but after yesterday we didn't take any damn chances.I didn't register that the crowd parted for us as they instinctually stepped away; I was all too focused on getting to Emma. The scared look on her face was like a beacon to me, urging me to take care of her.3Customers shouted orders at her, but it was like she couldn't even hear them; her eyes still frantically searching the nightclub as if she was looking for someone."What's going on?" Callan asked Emma when we got to the bar, forcing the patrons to get lost. Rather than waiting for her answer, I snatched her paper from her stiff hand, and quickly turned it around to see what was on it.

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ause of last night, we were much more observant than usually, keeping a watchful eye on her. I thought it odd that she didn't seem that uncomfortable being here, when even me and the guys tensed whenever a man stepped up to the bar—though she didn't. Instead, she smiled and got right on to mixing drinks. It was like she'd forgotten event yesterday or chose to ignore it. If it had been anyone else, they would've at the very least taken a day off. The question was, why didn't she? We all knew there was something more to the story than a simple break-in in her neighborhood, mostly because it had proven to be false, but we didn't know exactly what, or more specifically who the added security was for, and not knowing was pissing me off. I was...protective of her, and the whole not knowing what to protect her from was messing with my head.1A guy stepped up to the bar while Emma was reaching for a bottle on a shelf and something in me reacted instantly. My muscles coiled and I was ready to jump up from the seat in a fucking flash if it was needed. And yet, I didn't need to, because the guy simply walked away and quickly disappeared into the crowd.6My mind was playing tricks on me, seeing threats where there weren't any, all because my head was so intricately obsessed with my baby that I couldn't stand anything happening to her.5Emma turned back around and mixed the drink in front of her current customer before serving it to the woman.Fuck, our girl was pretty. It was like the air was knocked from my lungs whenever I set my eyes on her. Her smooth skin that felt soft against my rough one; hair perfect to grip in my fist; a smile that even at half volume made my own lips want to tug at the corners. I usually hated pretty things. All my life I'd found satisfaction in breaking the pretty because the ugly spoke the truth. Until Emma. Emma made me realize that not everything needed to be ugly to be genuine.13Sometimes beauty wasn't a mask to hide the ugliness.Sometimes...beauty could be beautiful without it being dishonest.4Another man was at the bar trying to get Emma's attention, waving what looked to be a slip of paper in his hands. The guy better not be trying to hit on our girl. If the note contained his phone number he better believe I wouldn't hesitate to kick him out, no matter how irrational that was.1She noticed him after a short while and leaned slightly over the bar so she could presumably hear what he had to say. The guy pointed at the bar top, as if he was explaining something and handed her the note.1Emma accepted the piece of paper and looked over at it. My eyes narrowed as I observed the way her hand began to shake, rattling the paper just enough to be noticeable from our position. There was a stillness to her that I didn't like, and when her face paled as she looked up sharply, searching the club with terrified eyes, I was already up from my seat and hurried to her side. The guys were right behind me.4Call us overprotective, but after yesterday we didn't take any damn chances.I didn't register that the crowd parted for us as they instinctually stepped away; I was all too focused on getting to Emma. The scared look on her face was like a beacon to me, urging me to take care of her.3Customers shouted orders at her, but it was like she couldn't even hear them; her eyes still frantically searching the nightclub as if she was looking for someone."What's going on?" Callan asked Emma when we got to the bar, forcing the patrons to get lost. Rather than waiting for her answer, I snatched her paper from her stiff hand, and quickly turned it around to see what was on it.

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