Chapter 34: Interruptions

-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.
However, not everyone in the room was so reluctant to break us up. Off to my right, a familiar figure waved to catch my attention. I looked over to see a young sub walk toward me, and I knew our moment was done. I pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Molly's head and tried to squish the irritation down.
"Maître Scott?" the sub began hesitatly.
"Oui, little one. Is everything alright?"
She hesitated once more before shaking her head slowly. "Esme called for you. Maître Laurent and ummm... Monsieur Noah? They are yelling... and... and...." Her voice trailed off.
I sighed heavily and nodded, understanding what she was hesitant to say. I reluctantly untangled myself from Molly and kissed the tops of her hands. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide in concern.
"No worries, baby girl. They just need a referee. I'll be back," I tried to reassure her.
But Molly being Molly, she jumped off the couch immediately. "I'll go with you to help."
I shook my head. "No, it's okay. Just stay here and relax."
Molly's eyes narrowed. I'm not going to let you deal with this alone. I am going with you."
The sub next to me gasped at Molly's blatant disobedience.
I groaned internally. This would have to be addressed but right now was not the time. I leaned down and whispered in Molly's ear.
"If I didn't need to deal with Noah and Laurent, I would show you what happens to subs that disobey, girl. You will come with me, but that doesn't mean you have gotten your way. As soon as I'm done with them, it's your turn," I warned her.
As I straightened, I saw a flash of concern on her face, and I knew I had gotten through to her. But that look was gone in an instant. I hid my smirk from her and curbed my desire to point out that I had seen the look in her eyes.
I turned back to the little sub that was watching us anxious and with great intrigue. I wondered if she was planning on going back to her Domme and challenging the woman a bit. I recognized her, but only slightly. However, I knew her Domme, and Geniana was more of a sadist than I was. Which was saying something in my eyes. I winced slightly, thinking of the trouble she would bring down upon herself.
I shook my head. "Take me to Esme."
The sub nodded and led the way through the crowd. I kept my hand on Molly's lower back, wanting to keep her close. I saw the eyes of several single Doms following Molly as we walked.
I was simultaneously possessive and proud that this beautiful woman was in my arm. Molly truly had her choice of men, but she wanted me. She had given ME permission to care for her and possess her body.
I was damned proud of her and in awe of her trust in me. I wrapped my arm completely around her waist and held her close.
Tomorrow I would pull out my collar and ask Molly if she would be willing to wear it. I would love to see my collar around her neck the next time we come to this club. My thoughts took a turn to permanency, and I was shocked by the idea I was building a future in my mind.
The idea scared me... and excited me. I knew it was impossible. I also knew if I brought it up to Molly, she could freak. The last thing I wanted was to lose her after just getting her to agree to be with me.
The sub slowed to a stop, and I easily caught sight of Esme off to one side, anxiously watching Noah and Laurent argue. They both looked an inch away from blows, and I knew I had to intervene quickly.
I nodded my thanks to the sub and hurried forward, leaving Molly to follow me.
"Hey! Hey!" I called to get their attention. "What's going on?"
"This...bâtard is interfering with my sub and I. Noah is accusing me of not caring for her!" Laurent snarled.
I could understand him feeling offended. There was no greater insult to a Dom than accusing him of not caring for the one he promised he would.
"I am not! I am merely asking if you can provide Esme with what she needs. Esme loved playing in the club and loved being watched. But she is not! I'm just making sure Laurent is holding up his end of the bargain," Noah protested.
"You bâtard!" Laurent growled again. "What happens between Esme and I is none of your business..."
Laurent launched into a torrent of French that I couldn't understand, but Noah did. He responded to Laurent in his language, and I was forced to step back, unsure exactly what I could do to stop the two of them. Or if I even should!
"Do something!" Esme begged me.
I turned to her and saw tears filling her dark eyes. She was trembling because she was so upset. Molly hurried toward Esme, feeling the urge to comfort her.
"It's okay," Molly tried to soothe her. "If anyone can get it sorted, Maître Scott can."
Molly's belief in me was almost humbling. Esme gratefully leaned into Molly, accepting the comfort. I mouthed a "thank you" to her before trying to step in again.
"Hey! You two are upsetting the subs. So knock it the hell off!" I snapped at them.
That finally got their attention. Laurent turned his sub and held a hand out for her.
"Je suis tellement désolé, mon petit. I let that get out of hand," he apologized as he pulled her close.
Esme went to him eagerly, hiding her face in his chest.
"I am sorry for upsetting you, Esme. I just wanted to make sure you are being cared for. If Laurent won't allow you to explore all aspects of your submission then we need to help you find someone who will," Noah insisted.
Laurent sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He seemed to be trying to gather his patience.
"Noah, I have great respect for you and had hoped you would have the same for me. I understand that you are protective of Esme, and rightly so. But I ask that you trust me as you once did. I would never deny my sub something she needed. Especially one I adore and need as I do Esme. I understand your concern. But I ask that you trust me, please," he said.
Noah stared at him for a while before making a frustrated sound.
"Laurent, I have never had a cause to doubt you. I just want to know why she is being denied this," Noah admitted.
"Me," Esme's voice came out muffled against Laurent's chest. "It is me that is denying this."