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Cam shifts nervously but still holds that usual grin on his face. “Look…I might have told Gentry here that if he made you jealous by talking to Bria, he’d be helping you in the long run because it would smarten your ass up.”
I continue to glare at the pair of them. “So, you’re telling me, you told this clown to go hit on Bria because you knew it would piss me off?”
“Well, I mean, it sounds bad when you put it like that.” Cam shrugs. “But, yeah, I did. I thought if you could get your head out of your ass, you’d accept the fact that you’re in love with that girl and stop being a dick to all of us.”
“Real cute, Hardy,” I growl quietly. “Real fucking cute.”
As I turn my attention back to the bar, Bria lifts her head up and turns toward us. And when she spots me, she looks like she wants to fucking murder me. And slowly, she peels herself from the barstool and heads our way.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I don’t have the energy for this shit right now.”
“That’s okay. Gentry does,” Cam says, smirking. “Ain’t that right, Watson?”
Watson is a big dude, just like me. But he doesn’t have the same sort of anger inside of him. If I was going up against Cade Huff, the birthday boy, he’d put up a fight. Cade is fucking crazy. But Watson is a gentle giant. And even though I want to grab him by the neck right now and threaten him to stay away from Bria or else I’ll break his legs…I can’t. Because this whole thing is Cam’s fault anyway.
When she reaches our table, the guys all cheer. Since she’s been sort of the team’s designated photographer, they’ve all gotten to know her a little better. And if it wasn’t for me sitting here tonight, I guarantee they would have dragged her ass from the bar to their table.
“Picture girl! You coming to celebrate my birthday with me?” Cade calls to her, shooting her a grin.
The way she holds her body proves she’s downright drunk. She laughs, shaking her head at him, but then her eyes land on mine, and she looks pissed.
“Must be nice, huh,O’Brien?” She narrows her eyes, putting her hand on her hip. “Having the time of your life with your friends. Ruining people’s lives and not giving a fuck!”
“Oh shit. She’s wasted,” Cade murmurs.
Stepping closer to me, she leans down. “Sit here with your friends. Pretend to be happy. Andnormal. You lying sack of shit!” Her nose almost touches mine. And if looks could kill, I’d be a goner.
Stumbling backward, she almost falls, but I catch her by putting my arm behind her back.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Brody O’Brien. Captain of the Orgasm-Giver Cluuuub!” she slurs as the guys all stare at her. Some laughing, some running their hands down their faces awkwardly. “He’s really a big, broken baby inside. But he tries to appear like this!” She waves at me. “Fuck you, Brody. Fuck. You.”
Before she can say another word, I stand. Lifting her up, I toss her over my shoulder and look at the guys. “I’m going to take her home. If any of you—and I mean,any—breathe a word to her about what she said tonight the next time she’s around, you’ll have to answer to me.” Shooting a warning glare around the table, I jerk my chin up. “Do we all have an understanding?”
They quickly nod, and I exhale.
“Good.”
And as I carry her out to her car, she smacks my back, kicking her legs. But she’s too weak from the liquor to cause much wrath. And I know I need to get her the hell out of here before she embarrasses herself more.
Opening the Jeep’s passenger door, I sigh in relief when I see the keys in the ignition.
“Go away. Don’t try to save me like you’re a good guy,” her pretty mouth spews. “You’re no one, Brody O’Brien. I hate you.”
“Good,” I breathe out. “I’m taking you home.”
Suddenly, she gains some energy as she kicks her feet into her dashboard and punches my chest with her tiny fist.
“You don’t give a fuck about me! Stop pretending!” She starts crying. Sad, heartbreaking sounds pierce my ears as she continues to assault both me and her Jeep. “I hate you! I hate you! Ihateyou!” She cries harder. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“I get it, Bria. You fucking hate me. Shut up,” I growl.
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her down. And even though she fights back at first, slowly, her movements stop, and all that’s left is her crying, sucking in breaths as she tries to calm herself down.
“Shh.” I hug her, rocking her softly. “Just calm down.”
“Am I that unlovable?” She weeps. “What is wrong with me?”
I stiffen. Her words making me feel like a pile of shit. The lowest of the low.
