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Maybe the comment was meant to be some kind of weird fucking compliment.
Or possibly the opposite, and it was his way of making sure I knew I was below him.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t help but let him know I wasn’t.
“Maybe you could take those dollar bills down to the corner store, get yourself some lube, then head on back to your mom’s house and jerk yourself off,” I countered, aware of how I’d managed to keep my hands to myself and not break his nose for touching or choking me with his cancer stick, but also how I seemed to have forgotten to relay the message to my mouth. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
I turned to walk away, but I should’ve known better than to turn my back on a chauvinistic bastard who’s just been shot down in front of his friends.
“We aren’t done—” He reached for me, and his fingers curled around my thigh, slipping between them. Whether he was trying to halt my escape or just fucking grope me, I don’t know, but he did it with his cigar still tucked between his fingers.
It took at least a second to realize what was going on, but the pain hit me like a freight train. I screamed, throwing the bottles I was holding to the ground and swinging around, this time all self-control out the window.
My palm connected with his cheek, and I shoved at his shoulders. He grabbed my wrist, trying to stop the attack, though the pain just spurred me on, getting worse and worse until I finally managed to hit him again, which helped to loosen his hold on me, forcing at least a couple of feet of distance between us.
“Shit,” I cursed, tears flooding my eyes, choking me, my nose running, though I swore I could still smell my skin burning. I could feel it, the sickening burn surging through me. “Shit, shit!”
“Fucking bitch,” the guy exploded, tossing his lit cigar to the side. Even in the poor light, I saw his skin begin to change, an unmistakable shade of crimson anger crawling up his neck. His hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist and dragging me forward.
“Hey,” a familiar voice boomed, the sound of heavy boots skidding on the loose stones as they rushed toward us, a welcome reprieve as I struggled against the bastard’s tight hold. At the same time, I was trying to keep myself breathing through the heavy flood of tears.
The asshole’s body was huge now he was on his feet, the size of a fucking bulldozer, and he was right in my face. “Pick this shit up, bitch.” I tugged against his hold, digging the heels of my boots into the ground, trying to pull away, but his fingers only squeezed tighter until the pain was almost too much to bear, and my knees began to give way.
A body stormed forward, slamming forcefully into the asshole’s shoulder.
He lost his grip, the power behind Hawk’s anger sending him stumbling backward. He scrambled, managing to grab the picnic table he and his buddies had been sitting at to steady himself, so he didn’t land on his fat ass. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” Hawk seethed, fists forming at his sides.
A hand found my shoulder, gently tugging me back as Blue and another member whose patch read ‘Scoop,’ stepped in front of me, their bodies like a wall of protection.
“That whore attacked me,” the guy protested, finding his footing again and jabbing his stinking dirty fingers at me.
“Fuck you,” I spat, throwing my body forward, only to find Blue’s arm around my waist, pulling me back. Tears streamed down my cheeks—a mixture of agony and anger streaking down my face.
“Listen here, bitch—”
“Call her a bitch again, and we’ll soon find out exactly who the bitch is,” Hawk threatened, shoving his hands against his chest. A warning if I’d ever seen one, given I already knew Hawk wasn’t afraid to use his fists when he felt the moment called for it.
I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
But no, I needed to smart-mouth him.
I pulled my lip in between my teeth, chewing on it hard.
Hawk finally looked over his shoulder to where Blue still held me captive, probably looking like a damn hot mess, red-faced and bawling. It felt like the air was suddenly heavier, my chest heaving as I fought for breath. Though at least my anger had distracted me from the throbbing pain in my leg for a few seconds. “You all right?” Hawk asked, his eyebrow raised in question while his eyes did one sweep of my body, checking for injuries.
I turned my attention to the asshole in question. His breathing was deep and heavy, and his eyes met mine in a narrowed and silent threat.
The warning was clear.
Gritting my teeth, I held my breath. “Yeah. I’m fi—”
“Bullshit,” Blue growled, cutting me off and holding up my arm, the wrist red and angry, drawing everyone’s eyes to it like a glowing flashing beacon.
Though as of yet, no one had noticed the back of my leg.
The source of the pain that was making me feel like I might vomit at any second.
“You’re fired,” Hawk drawled, pointing at the compound gates. “Get the fuck out.”
