-Scotts POV-
I wanted to beat the shit out of Jean-Pierre Dubios. It was a good thing he was not in the building, or I would break my promise to Laurent and beat Jean-Pierre until he was black and blue and blood was spilling on the expensive suits he seemed to prefer.
I pulled Molly close to my chest once more and breathed in her scent. My heart twisted a bit as she curled into me. The tender, relaxing moment won out against my anger, and I felt it slowly melt away.
Any other day, the sounds of the club would never fail to get my blood pumping. But tonight, it was just background noise to the moment. I had meant to continue our discussion. I really had intended to, but the desire to hold Molly took over, and I couldn't bring myself to break up the moment.
