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“Is someone in the house?” I ask as I hit the answer button, already knowing that line of thought is ridiculous.
A sniffle sounds. “Um, no?”
“Do I need to kill him?” My response puts Damien on full alert, but I lay my hand on his chest to stop him from waking the others. There’s only one person who could make her cry like that, and it looks like I’ll be chopping his balls off after all.
“Maybe.”
I’m moving before she even finishes the word because if she’s even thinking about it, that means he’s a dead man walking. I grab my blades from the nightstand and strap them to my thigh. Laney must understand my silence means I’m readying for battle. She stops me before I can open the door with Damien hot on my heels.
“Wait no. I mean no. Please don’t kill him. Can um, can we just talk?”
I look at Damien and he shakes his head, confirming he doesn't plan on leaving me.
“I’m coming, but my guard dog is unfortunately coming too. Don’t worry, he will sit in the corner on a blanket.”
She laughs like I’m joking. I’m not. From the look Damien gives me as he rolls his shoulders, he’s ready for a night of sleeping in the corner. At least he understands. Such a good boy.
We enter Laney’s room to find her covers pulled up over her shoulders. I climb into bed with her immediately. Damien takes a seat in the recliner in the corner, throwing a blanket over himself and propping his feet up. I swear the man is snoring before his head even lays back. It makes me wonder why he came with me if he just plans on crashing in here. Men are so weird.
I ignore him while my teary-eyed friend faces me.
“What happened?” I ask, brushing back some of the hair that fell into her face.
“So, he basically said he wanted a life and kids with me, then I told him I didn’t want kids and he was fine with that but then…” She bites her lip.
“You can tell me anything,” I encourage her.
“Then I told him I wanted Havoc too and he freaked out. He just… he just left.”
Yup, he’s a dead man. Or, at the very least, a ball-less one.
Tears fall from her chin. I pull her close to me. This wasn’t what I wanted when I texted him. He was supposed to apologize and then be there for her. If he wasn’t man enough to accept she cared for more than one guy then he doesn’t deserve her.
I flick on the light next to her bed, figuring we’ll be up for a while. That’s when I see the fingerprints he left on her face.
“Laney?” I breathe, my anger palpable.
“What?” she questions, her eyes going wide. When she touches her face, wincing just slightly, I lose it.
My feet hit the floor before I have a chance to think. I don’t hear Laney yelling, and I sure as hell don’t expect Damien to stop me as quickly as he does.
“Were you even sleeping?” I snarl, pushing him back. He smirks like we’re just having a good time, only making my anger grow. He notices.
“What’s going on? Why are you about to run out of here in only my shirt withthatlook?”
I gesture to Laney, the fingerprints that were dug into her cheek very evident. “He hurt her.”
Damien's jaw tightens as he takes in the small bruises forming next to her jaw. “Was that consensual?” he asks her.
“I didn’t tell him to stop.” Laney tries to play it off, but that’s not what we do here.
“Did you ever tell him that marking you was okay?” His tone is so gentle with her. I can’t help but think that Damien would make an amazing father. He can be so gentle and understanding when he needs to be.
“No.” Her lip trembles, and I can’t help but feel like we’re only making things worse. It’s not okay for him to do what he did, but she should get a say in what happens from here.
“Laney, did he do it out of anger?” I ask, needing more of the story.
“I don’t think he even knew he was doing it.” A tear falls down her cheek as she shakes her head.
