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“Yeah, I’m sure he was working too… He was working you.” He pushes past me, heading toward the bar. But no, screw him, I won’t allow him to make me feel guilty for something I didn’t do.
I run in front of him, blocking his path. He’s drunk and unsteady on his feet, so he doesn’t stand a chance. “You need to get it through your thick head that no one is working anybody.” When he scoffs and attempts to push past me, I latch onto his bicep. “Don’t you dare walk away from me. I’m sorry if it looked like I stood you up, but Sam told me…” The moment his name slips past my lips, Saxon’s cheeks ignite.
“Oh, what did the almighty Sam say?” He spreads his arms out wide, waiting for me to explain. I don’t appreciate his attitude one iota.
“Stop being such a jerk and listen to me!”
“I’ve heard enough,” he snarls, brushing past me as he storms to the bar.
“Saxon!” But I know when to pick my fights, and this will just end in a full-blown battle if I don’t let him calm down.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to wait for him outside because the loud music and even louder partygoers are giving me a headache. I push past the drunk patrons, about ready to smack the next person who touches my ass.
“And here I thought I knew how to live it up. You put me to shame.” I spin around quickly, eyes narrowed.
“I’m nothing like you,” I spit at Laura, who sips a beer arrogantly.
“I think we’re exactly alike.” She steps too close for comfort, but I stand my ground. “We’re both aggressive, confident women who know what we want.”
“And what do I want?” I decide to humor her.
When she leans in close, her sickly sweet breath coating my cheeks, I suddenly have the urge to flee and curse my confidence. “You want to be worshiped, adored by every man in this town.” She runs two fingers along my neck, but I flick her hand away. “This innocent, naïve Pollyanna look works in your favor. I’m sure you’ve got all the boys eating out of the palm of your hand.”
I stand like a deer in headlights, stunned. That isnotme…at all.
My response time is sluggish, due to the fact Laura just threw me for a loop. But when she attempts to kiss me, I get back in the game and yank backward, horrified and appalled at her suggestion. “This isn’t alook.” I grab the denim of my coveralls. “This is me, and I’m offended you’d even suggest I’m some bar hopping whore. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
I shoulder past her, but stop dead in my tracks. “It wasn’t a suggestion. C’mon, two brothers… I bow down to you. You’ve got a secret weapon between your legs, honey. Use it. Maybe we can teach one another a thing or two. Or better yet, combine forces with those twins you hold under your spell.”
I literally see red. I’m a possessed woman as I turn and shove my face into hers. Her smirk reveals she likes the aggression. “Go fuck yourself,” I snarl, insulted, but more so, I can’t shake the feeling that maybe she’s right. I have slept with both Sam and Saxon. If that doesn’t screamwhore, then I don’t know what does.
My slur doesn’t offend Laura. If anything, it turns her on. She licks her glossy lips. “Or better yet… how about I fuck your boyfriend? He didn’t seem to mind when I rubbed up against his coc…”
I don’t allow such filth to spew from her lips because I smack her cheek so hard, I’m certain I’ve just broken my hand. But it’s worth the pain. The crowd claps, cajoling us to fight, but I refuse to entertain her a second longer.
Focused solely on the exit, I know if I don’t leave this instant, I won’t be held accountable for my actions. I run down the three wooden steps and take a deep breath when the fresh air fills my lungs. I don’t feel any better, and angry tears arise. I just want to go home.
“Hey there, pretty thang. Need a ride?” says a voice, feet away.
Now that I’m semi sane, I see that I’m in the parking lot alone. An amorous couple makes out on the porch, but they are seconds away from getting naked, so I’m on my own.
Standing in front of me, the hulking man blocks the path to my car. My stomach fills with dread because he screams serial killer. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” I attempt to push past him, but his hand shoots out lightning quick. “Let me go!” I sneer, not in the mood to be manhandled.
But he only tightens his grip. “I’ll let you go when you come to my truck.” I don’t have a chance to speak because he begins to drag me toward a pickup.
“Get off me!” I scream, flailing like a madwoman, but it’s fruitless. He has about a hundred pounds on me.
“Oh, I’ll be getting off… in that tight pussy.”
His threat should frighten me, but it does the complete opposite. I want to rip out his eyeballs and neuter him with my bare hands. “You fucking asshole!” I dig in my heels, the gravel beneath my feet biting into my soles, but if I don’t fight, I have no doubt he’ll make good on his promise.
“Keep fighting. I like it when they play rough.” He lunges for me, trying to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder, but by the grace of god, I manage to rip free. Just as I raise my knee to ensure he doesn’t assault anyone else ever again, a flash and an ear-splitting thud sparks to my left.
I spin but yelp when the asshole in front of me stumbles backward, a spurt of red pulsating from his lip—the lip where Saxon just landed a right hook.
“You motherfucker!” Saxon roars, charging at the guy. Like a bullet from a gun, he’s intent on killing him. He knocks him to the ground, drops to one knee, pins his shoulder, and then proceeds to hit him repeatedly. He doesn’t seem to care where he connects, just as long as he makes him bleed.
“Stop!” The gravel kicks out from under me as I run to where Saxon delivers the brutal blows. “Saxon! Stop! You’ll kill him!” But I think that’s the point. He ignores me, and every time my attacker attempts to rise, Saxon brings his fist down, slamming him into the ground.
