Roland had been one of her Baby Doms. Not one whom she’d liked. He’d been smug, uncooperative, and a misogynist from the very beginning. He was the kind of dominant who bordered more on being abusive than anything else, especially since he didn’t seem to care if his submissive was into what he was doing as long as she followed orders. When he’d been kicked out of the class he’d turned completely deranged in his anger and actually tried to assault Leigh in the parking lot on his way out. Kate had come to her rescue, but it had still scared the crap out of both of them.

Patrick had immediately not just banned Roland from Stronghold, but had sent his information and what had happened out to all of his contacts, which included all the owners of all the other clubs in the area. Even the ones which didn’t keep as close an eye on their members as Patrick did wouldn’t want a known troublemaker to come in the house.

“Back off, Roland,” Olivia snapped. From the way his face was flushed, his eyes a little unfocused, she had a feeling he was drunk. Maybe even high. He looked strung out, skinnier than he had been, and not entirely rational.

“You fucking cunt, you ruined me!”

“Asshole!” Lexie shouted from behind her, having come up to collect Sharon.

Shaking her head, Olivia half turned to push Lexie towards the exit, taking up the rear guard in case Roland decided to be a complete shithead again. Of course, pushing Lexie was like trying to push a brick wall. For such a tiny thing, she was really damn good at planting her feet. No wonder Patrick just threw her over his shoulder most of the time.

“If you’re ruined, it’s your own damn fault,” she said, keeping one eye on him, one on her girls. Lexie was looking positively mutinous and even Leigh and Kate looked like they were ready to throw down. “I haven’t seen you in months. Now back off.”

“No one will let me into their club!” he snarled at her.

The people around them were starting to quiet, sensing something was wrong, and Olivia could see one of the security guys making his way over toward them through the crowd. Good. Because she sure as hell wasn’t turning her back on Roland.

“Like I said, that’s your own damn fault,” she said coldly. “That’s what happens when you attack people.”

A little more space opened up around them, but Roland didn’t seem to notice. He was too far gone, either into emotion or the alcohol he’d drunk.