Figure Eight (Celtic Knot Book 2) by Cassy Roop Page A

ripped my world apart.
    “What the fuck is going on?” Knox asked as he walked over to me and the mess that I had made on the floor. One of the servers was working furiously to clean up the glass around me as I continued to watch the horrid sight in front of me. When Knox reached me, he looked to me, then to the image on the dance floor.
    “Fuck,” he muttered as he ran his hands along the smooth space of his shaved head.
    “Fuck, this isn’t good.”
    Toby and Victoria, noticing my reaction, made their way over to me.
    “What’s up Knox?” Toby asked as they approached. All Knox did was frustratingly nod his head toward the pane of glass that acted as a wall in the VIP room. Toby walked over as Victoria approached me and placed her hand on my arm. They both glanced down at the floor below us and Victoria remained silent.
    “Shit,” Toby said as he blew out a breath. His sudden switch from friend mode into lawyer mode would have given anyone whiplash.
    “We need to go, now , Knox. We need to get Dominic out of here, we cannot risk him losing his shit in this club for all of Chicago to see. We don’t need more charges on top of the ones we are already facing.”
    Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Knox nod his head in agreement. I appreciated the fact that my friends were trying to keep me in line, but I didn’t think even a nuclear fucking apocalypse was going to stop me from going out on that dance floor. Victoria had her phone pulled out typing a text message as I turned and stepped around the server still bent down picking up the pieces of glass and stormed off toward the exit of the VIP room.
    “Fuck, Knox! Stop him!” Toby yelled in panic, but it was too late. I was a man determined to confront the girl who still held the pieces of my heart, however broken they may be.
    My leather boots stomped heavily against the purple wooden floors of the club as I made my way down the stairs to the main floor. I pushed my way through the crowd earning odd glances and a few obscene names and gestures from people as I pummeled them on my way in my mission to reach Ashley. Once I finally made it to the dance floor, I looked around, but couldn’t find her anywhere. I spotted Rownan over by the bar, but Ashley was not with him. I incandescently continued to look for her as my eyes scanned every blonde headed woman in the crowd. Frustration began to set in along with my anger the longer it took to try and locate her. Knox and Toby weren’t far behind me, so I needed to find her quickly if I was going to be able to give her a piece of my mind. I turned toward the hallway that led to the restrooms and that is when I saw her leaned up against the wall with her head bowed and her arms wrapped around her middle like she was hugging herself.
    A brief moment of compassion swept over me as I stood there staring at her and wondered what it is she was thinking about. Her shoulders rose and fell with extreme heaviness like she was either crying or trying to rein in some sort of emotions she was feeling. My first instinct was to run to her; to wrap her in my arms and offer her comfort that I so desperately wanted to give, but my thoughts took a sudden shift as the image of myself being handcuffed at the club came flooding back.
    Ashley heaved herself off of the wall like it took every bit of strength she could materialize and started to walk off in the direction of the bar. My heart skipped several beats when I realized that she was heading back over to Rownan. Even though her betrayal was monumental, I still felt like I had a claim on her. I knew for a fact that she still had a claim on me. The constant push and pull that I felt when it came to her was insurmountable. It was so hard to be completely and utterly in love with someone and hate them at the same time.
    I ran after her as quickly as I could before she made it back to Rownan. The jealousy of her being with him was enough to consume me as I gripped her upper arm a