Chapter Thirty-eight - Deacon
Her anxiety casting a cold shiver over her body, Purity entered the room, leaving the men who had saved her tonight in the parking lot. She knew going to a stranger’s place this late at night, or any other time, really, was not the smartest move on her part, but she knew she couldn’t go home. Deacon had been right; Damien knew where she lived, and he would visit her to finish what he started, making it worse the second time around for the humiliation he suffered with Deacon’s interference. She should have known defying Damien would not go over well when she told him she was finished for the night, refusing to dance any more that evening. It never went well for anyone who defied him, especially someone he thought he owned, and he very much thought he owned her. Damn her sister and her gambling.