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Grif
I looked up and she still had her hands on his wrist, pushing it up his back to ensure the most discomfort. Two bouncers appeared on either side of her, grabbed the guy’s shoulders. She let go and stepped back, letting them lead him away. I couldn’t miss the impressed looks my men gave her. One even winked.
My heart rate started to lower from stroke point. The unnatural instinct to rip the man limb from limb had been overpowering. Knowing Anna was safe lessened that need, but the anger still simmered.
I turned to Vince, the other bartender. “Take over here.” I wiped my hands on a clean rag, tossed it down. “I’ve got to deal with something in the back.” Glancing at Anna, I tipped my head in the direction of my office, not waiting to see if she’d follow.
She did. I kicked the doo
