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Chapter Twenty

Moving around the corner to the backside of the house, Mark's tall frame came to an abrupt stop at the sight of Johnathan and Emily on the dance floor, facing one another.

Oh no…I am too late to stop them from dancing with one another.

A small amount of sadness started to sweep throughout his entire body. The visual of his southern angel and the very man he had tossed onto the hood of his vehicle standing with each other on the crowded dance floor with one another started to cause his heart strings to pull and tighten.

Keeping is eyes on the scene unfolding before him, they captured the sight of Johnathan reaching for one of Emily's shoulders, and Emily slapping it away from her body with the intent of keeping him far away from her.

Wait a minute here…She is not wanting anything to do with him, Mark. His conscience spoke up to him with a tone of urgency. It is not what you were thinking. Johnathan is trying to make his move on her, but Emily is not wanting anything to do with it or him.

He watched her former boyfriend's face start to fill with hatred at her refusing to be touched by him for a few moments before his eyes caught sight of his same hand grabbing onto her shoulder he had reached out for, and digging his fingernails in it so tightly that it was causing Emily's body to encounter an intense amount of difficulty in its wish to remain standing up right.

That bastard…He is going to pay for doing that to her!

The sight of Johnathan bringing pain to Emily after she had refused his advances gave him the last bit of inspiration that was needed on his part. Mark took longer strides across the earth floor, erasing the distance between the pair and him much more easily and efficiently.

Keeping his eyes on them, they captured Emily moving in the struggle with Johnathan to where his back was facing the direction he was moving in, and hindered the eyes of her ex-boyfriend from catching sight of him.

Perfect…Now it is time to really put this douche bag in his place once and for all.

Mark made his way through the crowds of people that were around him, and strolled right up behind the man he had targeted. Not saying a single word, his right hand reached out, and grabbed onto the back of his neck with enough force and surprise that it caused him to let go of her right away. He turned him around to face him, and shot an ice stare in his direction while a fierce tone escaped out into his deep, southern voice.

"Didn't you hear what I told you in town, asshole?" He asked, almost growling the words out of his mouth.

"Emily is mine!" Johnathan shouted out at him, hoping to catch the attention of the people there at the party, and it would be enough for them to step in, and let him be spared. "No one else will have her but me!"

Not caring if anyone was paying close eye to what was going on, Mark used his free hand to punch him in his gut with enough force to knock the air out of him. He drew his hands back from him, and stepped back to where Emily was standing. His eyes remained fixated on him while one of his arms slipped around the back of his date's curvy frame.

"Like I told you in town, Johnathan, Emily is not yours anymore…" Mark turned his head towards her for a moment during this rant, and had her to look deep into his eyes as he said the words to her that he had said to her ex in town. "…because she is already mine."

Emily's heart nearly stopped all together when she heard him tell Johnathon, as well as herself, that she didn't belong to her ex-boyfriend anymore because she was already his. She didn't expect him to tell her former boyfriend that she was his now, and certainly not in front of the crowd that had gathered there for her grandmother's Mid-Summer party.

On one hand, the rational part of her conscience felt insulted and offended by what he had said, and took great offense to being labeled 'his' as if she were his property.

On the other, the passionate side of her conscience was consumed with a need for him unlike anything else she had ever felt before. Being looked upon in the way that he was and getting special attention from him made her feel wanted, something she hadn't experienced by another man in a long ass time.

Even though both sides of her mind was battling for control, and each had their own arguments about what was going on, a tender, loving smile danced across her face in his direction. She couldn't ignore how wonderful her body shivered with delight in knowing that she was needed badly enough to have Mark inform everyone around them that she was his woman, and no one was to mess with him on the subject.

The soft sound of something moving against the ground in the manner of someone getting up caused her to lose some of her eye contact with him, and move her attention over to where Johnathon had fell to the ground out of the corner of one of her eyes.

Moving to be squatted down close the ground, Johnathan shot an icy glare of unadulterated hatred and rage in Mark's direction while one of his hands pressed down against the ground, stabilizing his frame.

"You won't be saying that once I run you down," Johnathan growled, "and drive your ass down onto the ground with enough strength that you will be knocked back into the pit of hell that you crawled out of."

Her body's feelings of enjoyment for what Mark had said evaporated, quickly, the second she caught what her ex had whispered. It frightened her to know what was fixing to happen right in front of her, and left her with the feeling, as well as the sensation, that it was up to her and only her to stop him from rushing forward, and taking Mark down to the ground with a spear.

Believing that she only had a few moments left to spare to save him, her body went to move in front of Mark's tall frame when she discovered her grandmother to be moving in front of her.

Granny, what are you doing?! Get out of the way!

She widened her eyes out of fear, and went to scream out when they witnessed Johnathan rushing forward with no mercy, and drove one of his shoulders into her granny's stomach with enough force that it sent her flying back several feet, and landing on her back.

"Granny Belle!"

Screaming out in unbridled despair, Emily's red and maroon dress swayed side to side, quickly, as she dropped down beside her fallen grandmother, and looked at her pain stricken face.

Oh no…What have I done?

Tears started to fill her eyes at finding her mother's parent to be in pain and it was because of her. If she didn't refuse Johnathan, this would not have happened at all.

Her moment of despair only lasted a few brief moments due to finding Belle lifting her head up, and turning her gaze in her direction. Emily held one of her hands while her ears listened to the sound of her trembling voice speaking up in a firm, deadly serious tone.

"Mark…Tear that little punk's ass apart!"