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Chapter Twenty-Three

Mark's heart nearly broke from hearing how Emily whispered his name and her arms clung around the back of his neck in a grip that told him all he needed to know about how she was feeling at the moment.

My sweet…dear…precious Emily. You have nothing to worry or fear now…I am here.

He slowly closed his eyes, and held onto her a little more firmly, pulling her further into his embrace and pressing their front sides against one another with no space between the two of them at all. Mark listened to the soft sound of her letting out a soft sigh before he registered the sensation of her breath tickling against the nape of his neck.

The mixture of her curvaceous body pressing against his muscular one, the soft brushing of her breath dancing across his neck, and the gentle sound of her voice whispering out his name in a way that sounded not only innocent but sensual to a degree. The combination of all three started to do a number on his restraint, and have his hormones to slowly begin to build a fire to get it really going.

Easy now…I don't want to rush into it with Emily. After all…WE have the whole night to spend with each other.

A faint smile moved across his face as he thought about the prospect of getting to spend the rest of the evening with her, and taking his time with romancing her like he originally planned on.

Slowly, Mark pulled his body back just enough to focus on her. One of his hands left the backside of her body to tilt her head up in order to gaze into her gorgeous brown eyes. The sight of her relief there brought his smile more to the surface so that she may see it.

"You have nothing to worry about, Emily." He whispered, soft and huskily. "I am here now for you…and Johnathon will not be bothering us now from here on out."

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Emily asked. Her concern she had for him prior to coming up to him rose to the surface in her voice, as well as in her gaze that she was trying to blink the tears out of at the moment. "Johnathon didn't do anything-"

"He didn't have a chance to do any real damage to me, darling." Mark turned towards where his opponent lied on the ground in an unconscious and lifeless state with his arms and legs spread out to his sides. His smile turned into a smirk for a moment while his gaze fixated on him. "As you can see…He is not going to be doing much of anything else from here on out."

"What are we going to do with him though? He is going to wake up at some point, and I don't want him to be around here when that happens-"

"I will take care of the punk you two."

The sound of a third voice caught his attention, and brought it in the direction he had come from. Mark found himself looking upon none other than Bob Denny, the town's sheriff, walking up with a pair of handcuffs in one of his hands and wearing one of his best suits for the party that night.

"Thank you, Sheriff Denny." Mark said, appreciatively, towards the middle aged man as he moved towards Johnathon, and proceeded to roll him over on his back. His eyes watched him bring his arms around, and start to handcuff him on the spot while he used his arm that was draped around Emily's back to hold her to one of his sides closer.

"What are you planning to do with him, Sheriff?" Emily asked, curiously. Even though her voice sounded very relieved at him being there to step in and arrested him, she still wanted to know what was going to happen around her if it involved her or someone she knew at all.

"I am going to haul his ass straight down to the precinct, and have him locked up for disrupting the peace, attempting to assault you, Miss Withers, and threatening to endanger your life, as well as the lives of those that are here tonight." Sheriff Denny spoke with a slightly gruff sound to his voice as he used his strong physique to lift Johnathon up enough to where he had a slight hold on him in order to carry him to a degree. "By the time he wakes up…The only view he is going to be having will be that of iron bars, and the only person he is going to have in the area to talk with or even mess around with will be another prison in jail."

A smile danced across her face at the thought of her ex-boyfriend waking up in a jail cell with one, two, or maybe even three men in the same room with him. That would certainly be an eye opening experience for him, and make him think twice about coming and messing around with her.

Emily watched Sheriff Denny start to walk off in a direction with his hands dragging Johnathon behind him to an extent before her attention moved over to where she had last seen her grandmother being attended to.

No longer sitting, Belle stood amongst several of her friends, reassuring them that she was perfectly fine and showing no sign of her being injured at all from what the party crasher had attempted to do to her in that short span of time.

She eased herself from Mark's side, and moved towards her direction. Her curvaceous frame moved amongst the men, women, and children that were in the area, and right up to where her grandmother was now amongst good company.

"Grandmother," Emily asked, "how are you feeling?" Her voice trembled on its way out due to an overwhelming amount of concern she possessed for her relative that chose to put herself on the line in order to save her from being knocked down like she had been. "Do you need me to call a doctor or an ambulance-"

"Hell no, I don't need any doctor or ambulance to come here and check on me, Emily." Belle stated to her with a proud, confident tone in her southern voice. "I am feeling very good at the moment and don't see a reason for me being taken off to some doctor's office or hospital room when there is a party going on here, and everyone is enjoying themselves too much for it to come to an end."

"Are you sure about this, granny? If you are hurt, I need to-"

"Stop worrying about this old woman, Emily, and focus on having some fun tonight." Belle glanced in the direction behind her, and smiled from ear to ear as a chuckle escaped into her voice. "Besides…I believe that you have someone wanting some of your attention right now."

Catching wind of what she was suggesting, she turned around, and noticed a smoldering look of sensuality deep within Mark's eyes for her. The sight caused her own hormones to go wild with a need for him even though she struggled to keep them lock down due to the situation she was in at the moment.

Emily managed to look back at Belle long enough to see her going in the direction of the DJ before she turned her attention towards an approaching Mark.

"How is she holding up?" Mark asked, softly.

"She is tough for an old woman…but I still think she needs to take it easy after getting speared like that in her stomach."

"Belle will be all right, Emily."

"I hope so-"

Before she could finish her sentence to him, her ears picked up on the music for "T-R-O-U-B-L-E" started to play out of the speaker system. Emily looked around her, and found people moving onto the dance floor that was close to them.

This is really strange. I saw this in the daydream I had earlier. I wonder if it is going to follow suit with Mark and I-

She was yanked out of her train of thought by the sensation of one of Mark's hands wrapping around one of hers. Her eyes moved to the side of her body he was on, and found him to be looking at her with a smile that dripped with a sincere playful side to him. The visual brought a smile dancing across her face while her ears picked up on the sound of his deep, southern voice.