Chapter 88: Rescuing Becca

-Scott-

I silently shouted my anger at all those that had disrupted us. I had finally melted that ice shell that Molly had put up around herself for the last few weeks, and I wanted to bask in the heat of her passion. I needed to see her kneeling at my feet and calling me Master once more. I was aching to reaffirm my ownership of that beautiful, sexy woman that knew exactly how to drive me crazy and burn me up.
But Noah had splashed a waterfall of ice-cold water on the moment. I knew I really couldn’t blame him. As soon as I heard Keith’s name, I became worried myself. Instead of telling Noah to fuck off, I allowed my anger to center on one individual that had more than earned it.
Keith.
I took Molly's hand and walked her back downstairs, making sure to lock up behind us. Todd, the bartender, would not appreciate kicking people out of the new dungeon.
When we returned downstairs, Molly tried to pull her hand away, but I refused to let it go. Holding her hand was small compared to other ways I wanted to mark her as mine, but it was enough for me... for now. But once we found Becca and convinced her to head home, I was going to drag Molly back into my home. Once I got her back to my bed, I wouldn't let her leave until she knew every inch was mine.
I winced as I felt my cock stiff and fight the briefs I was wearing. I was never so thankful for roomy slacks then I was at the moment. Just the thought of having Molly again made my whole body tighten. I knew it would take all of my control to keep my hands to myself before I got Molly back home.
"Scott!"
I looked up and saw Noah practically barreling his way toward us. I had never seen him so filled with rage. The anger he had exuded the night he had found out what Jean-Pierre had done to Esme was nothing compared to the violent fury glowing from his dark eyes now.
"Where is she?" Noah growled.
"We just got down here," I explained as calmly as I could. "Let's go ask Todd."
"I was just there!" Noah spouted out in frustration. "Todd doesn't know where she went. One minute she was there, and the next, she was gone."
"My phone!" Molly suddenly exclaimed."It's in my purse where the bouncer said we could leave our coats. I forgot to take it out!"
I looked at her in shock. "You don't have it on you?"
Molly shrugged and waved her hand down her outfit. "Didn't exactly have room to hold it anywhere. Besides, I wasn't expecting us to get separated."
Molly rushed off toward the entrance leaving me alone with Noah.
"What the fuck were you thinking, Scott?" Noah demanded. "How could you possibly leave Becca alone?"
"Noah, I had no idea Keith was here. Otherwise, I would not have," I defended myself.
"If you had kept her with you, then there would have been nothing to worry about!" Noah pointed out.
I let out a frustrated growl and ran my hands through my hair. “Noah, I had Todd and the bouncer keeping an eye on the girls as well. If I had thought for one moment that Keith—”
“I got it!” Molly’s voice interrupted the doomed fight.
She was racing through the crowd, dodging people like a prize fighter as she made her way to them, holding her phone up like a trophy.
“I got it!” she repeated as she joined them. “Becca texted me! I know where she is! Let’s go!”
Molly left us no choice but to follow her through the crowd once more toward the back garden area. I relaxed a bit when I saw where we were going. The garden was close to the building and usually full of people, so if Becca was out there, she was more than likely safe.
We flung the door open to find the tiny garden almost completely empty. One man was lying on the ground by one of the tables, a bit of blood dripping from a split on his lips. But it was the whimpering that caught our attention. The next thing I knew, Noah shoved me aside so hard that I almost stumbled over the man on the ground.
I had barely caught myself when another body flew by me, followed quickly by Noah himself.
“Get Becca,” Noah demanded.
Well, he growled it more than demanded. His fury had made him sound almost animalistic as he stalked after Keith. I hesitated for a second, wondering if it was better for me to handle Noah and let Molly take care of Becca.
However, my guilt made me head toward Becca to help her. Honestly, I couldn’t care less what Noah did to Keith, as it was no less than the bastard deserved. Rushing to Becca’s side, I tried to help her up. But when she lifted her head, there was no indication she even knew I was there. It was like she had retreated inside herself to hide.
“Becca?” I called in a low voice, but there was no response. “Becca?”
Still nothing.
“Rebecca?!” I snapped a little more forcefully to get her attention.
A small light returned to her eyes, and I knew I was finally getting through to her.
“Rebecca? Are you okay?” I asked again.
I helped her up and kept her on her feet while Molly came over to take her. Becca still didn’t respond, but she started to tremble, and I took that as a good sign of her finally returning to herself.
By the time I turned back to Noah, Keith was standing up and straightening his jacket. He acted as if he had just tripped, not been tossed aside like a sack of moldy potatoes. There was a smear of blood on the side of his face, and his disgusting pea-green eyes were narrowed angrily.
I didn't know who had made his nose bleed, but I definitely wished I had been there to see it.
“What the hell, man?” Keith asked. "We were in the middle of something!"
I didn’t know which was more ridiculous, the fact that Keith thought the attack was not important and acted as if we had interrupted a conversation, not an attempted assault. A low growl of fury brought everyone's attention to a seriously pissed-off Noah, who was now right behind Keith. Noah grabbed the back of Keith's shirt and spun him around. Keith's eyes widened in surprise and fear as he was lifted to be face-to-face with Noah.
“I think it's time someone taught you the value of consent,” Noah said quietly.
I was conflicted. I knew what would happen if I didn’t intervene. But I didn’t want to intervene either. It was long overdue for someone to teach Keith a lesson, and I was more than willing to step back and let Noah teach him.
“And how you gonna do that, asshole?” Keith slurred in an alcohol-induced sense of grandiose.
I gave him a humorless smile. “For someone as stupid and pitiful as you, it's gonna be rather easy.”
Noah dropped Keith unceremoniously to the ground, where the man drunkenly staggered back to his feet. His eyes darted between Becca and the rest of us for a few brief minutes as if he was still trying to decide whom to take on first.
Suddenly, a moment of clarity came through him, and he stepped back, away from everyone. He groped his own crotch, his hips jerking toward Becca in an excessively lewd gesture. “Your loss, bitch.”
Without warning, Noah stepped forward and slammed his fist into Keith's face. Keith gave a rather girly scream as he fell to his knees, and a fresh round of blood poured out of his nose. Noah wasn't done with him as he drew his fist back to pound some more sense into the man. But Scott stepped in and pulled Keith away.
“Noah, you are only hurting yourself. She is safe,” I reminded him, trying to pull him away from Keith as best I could.
Noah gave a dangerous growl that caused Keith to flinch away from him. He understood completely how much danger he was in. Keith’s wounded animal look and how he seemed to be on the verge of shitting himself was all that Noah needed to realize he had finally gotten through to the bastard.
Keith turned and ran off like the coward that he was, leaving the rest of us to finally calm down and hope that no one called the police.
"That's enough fun for tonight, I think," I said to no one in particular.