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At that point, we hadn’t seen each other for three years and the sight of her had taken my breath away. I was angry, fucking mad as hell at her, and hurt, so fucking hurt, but underneath all of that, I’d wanted her so badly I could barely breath. Battling her at Rocks had literally forced the oxygen back into my lungs, and despite how I’d acted towards her that night, it was the first time I’d felt at home in a long,longtime. Though I wouldn’t admit that to myself until months later.
She throws her shoulders back and narrows her eyes at me. “This is a reminder of the power youstillhave.”
“I don’t need a therapy lesson, Kid.”
“This isn't a therapy lesson, this is a necessity. For me, as much as it is for you,” she replies earnestly before nodding at the DJ.
Realising what’s about to happen, a ripple of excitement rushes through the crowd as the opening beat toIn Da Clubby 50 Cent begins to play. In the first few months after opening, we danced regularly at the club, but as things got busier and our businesses grew we had less and less time to indulge. Tonight the members are getting a treat.
“This song,” I begin, knowing the significance and loving her for it.
“I know,” she whispers right before she flings her arms wide and steps into my space, challenging me, just like the good ol’ days.
“Damn,” I groan, seeing the fire in her eyes, the fuckinglove.
It makes me want her even more, if that’s even possible. If it weren’t for the couple hundred or so people surrounding the dance floor I’d fuck her right here and now. As it is, Kid makes her next move, a move that’s burned into my memory like a tattoo on my very soul. I watch her in awe as she twists her arms up and around her head to the beat of the music, reenacting the very same steps from years ago when her anger and pain was as powerful as her love is now.
All I can do is watch. My love for her like a rolling storm.
It’s powerful, this love. Electric.
It feeds my soul as much as dance does. It has always fueled me.
When I was a kid, dance kept me sane when my poor fucking excuse of a father thought the best type of parenting happened at the end of a brutal fist. It allowed me to deal with all the anger and hopelessness. Then Kid walked into our lives and she became the centre of our universe, the glue that held me and the boys together.
Fuck, and when we danced together, something special happened. Somethingmagical.
We became the best of ourselves with her.
In a way, dancing with Kidwastherapy.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed this feeling of dancing with my brothers, with the love of my life.
And I realise that I need it to happen more often. That we’ve allowed the monotony of real life to dictate our lives. It’s time for that to change.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks, looking up at me from beneath her dark lashes.
My heart thumps to the beat of the song, and Kid lifts her chin defiantly, laying down a challenge.
One I refuse to back down from.
If she wants a battle, I’m going to give her one.
Then I’m going to take her home and fuck her until neither of us can speak.
Taking a page out of her book, I reach behind my head, grip the collar of my t-shirt and rip it off, leaving me bare-chested. Her eyes flare with heat as she bops to the beat, finding her rhythm.
“Get ready to lose, Kid,” I say, stepping to my right, my gaze locking with hers as we circle each other, trying to psyche each other out as is customary, and expected, in a dance battle like this.
“What happens if I win?” she goads, popping and locking her body in a series of moves that has the crowd calling out her name and the DJ goading me.
“Looks like our queen has thrown down the gauntlet!” he roars, stoking the energy in the club, getting the crowd excited. “What’s the matterTeardrop Dax, scared you’ll lose?” he adds, using my old nickname to bait me further. Arsehole. Just as well I like the fucker, or I’d knock him out for that.
“Are you scared?” Kid asks right before she performs a series of hip-hop steps to the music so smoothly that you’d assume she’d spent hours in the studio practising to make it look so seamless. Her gift is outstanding, and she’s always been the best of us. The only reason I won the battle the last time we danced to this song was because she was taken by surprise.
This time, there’s no way I’m going to win.
