AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Nothing I can’t handle, Tac,” she winks at him, and he slaps the denim covering her ass as she moves on. I turn my back on themand when Tac informs me this will be our last stop of the night, I order myself a beer.
“Well, fuckin’ well,” a voice slurs from behind me, and when I turn around to rest my elbows on the bar, Luke Robinson is standing right in front of me.
Either he thinks he’s untouchable because of my charges, or I knocked that much shit into him that he forgot what happened last time we came face to face.
Things ain’t looking good for him, especially not in the mood I’m in. After seeing Ella today, I ain’t scared of going back inside. In fact, right now it feels like an easy route.
“So, you’re back in town,” he says, looking over his shoulder and huffing a laugh, at his friends.
“You seen your girl since you got back?” he asks confidently, sliding up beside me at the bar.
“And who the fuck are you?” Tac looks him up and down like he’s a rotten smell under his nostrils.
“This is the fucker I served time for. And it was totally fucking worth it.” I don't pull my eyes away from Luke’s as I answer Tac’s question.
Tac checks Luke over again and laughs darkly before his attention moves on to Dillon and the envelope of cash he hands over.
“Yep, it’s a shame you left your girl so cut up about it. It took her all the way ‘till graduation to get over you,” he says, the cockiness in his voice putting me right on fuckin' edge. “Julia Michelle’s party, if I remember correctly.” He looks up at the ceiling like he's recalling a memory. “Mmmm, I get now why you were always wound up so tight over her. There’s just something about those soft lips… Cherry, right?”
He barely has chance to finish that sentence before I fist the back of his head and slam him nose-first into the bar. When I pull his head back up, his face is a bloody mess from the broken glass that’s sliced him open, one of the gashes only just missing his eye. I grab him by his collar and drag him out into the parking lot, letting him drop on the floor in front of me before I kick my boot hard into his stomach. The coward curls himself up into a ball but I keep on going at him, feet and fuckin’ fists until I feel strong arms wrap around my shoulders pulling me off him.
“Jesus Christ, kid,” Tac yells as he holds me off. A crowd’s gathered around us and Dillon wades through everyone.
“Get him out of here,” he shouts at the small group of Luke’s so called friends. Friends who were happy to stand and watch him take a beating without so much as cracking their knuckles. “I don’t wanna see you boys around here again,” he warns them.
They scrape Luke up from the floor and load him into the back seat of a Lexus, before the tires screech and they speed away.
“Show’s over, folks,” Dillon calls out and heads back in the bar, the spectators slowly filtering in behind him.
“Get everyone in there a drink on us,” Tac dips his hand into the envelope and pulls out some bills. “No one saw shit.”
“Gotcha,” Dillon nods in response and heads inside.
“Hell, a few more blows to the head and you could have killed the kid.”
“Nah, that fucker just keeps on bouncing back.” I lean forward, resting my palms on my knees while I catch my breath. I don’t know what the hell it’s gonna take to knock the fucking confidence out of that asshole. He really must have a death wish.
“What he say to get you so riled?” Tac asks. “He dealin’ shit round here again? If he is, you leave it to Jessie this time,” he warns.
“He touched something that belongs to me,” I answer, shaking out my wrist.
“Well now that you’ve hashed that out, you better go clean yourself up so we can head back to the club.”
I look down at my hands, tacky with Luke’s blood, again.
“Good idea,” I nod, heading back through the bar and ignoring all the stares as I make my way to the restroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror, there are splats of blood sprinkling my face, and the eyes staring back at me hold enough fury to take out an army of Luke Robinsons. I’m hardly making a good start at getting back in Prez’s good books.
My heart beats in my chest so fast, rage pushing adrenaline through my veins, and it burns under my skin so hot that I reach into my back pocket and take out my cell. My bloody fingers shake as I dial the number I deleted from my phone the night I decided to let her go, but already had memorized. When it comes to her, I can’t let anything go.
“Nyx,” she answers after the first ring, her voice sounding shocked and melodic at the same time. “Nyx, is that you?” I close my eyes and listen to her voice like it’s a fucking fix.
Then I remember what had me calling her in the first place.
“Did you let Luke Robinson kiss you?” I ask through gritted teeth. My rage ready to erupt all over again if I don’t get the answer from her I need. I need to know that prick was just provoking me when he said that he kissed her.
“Nyx, where have you been?”
“Did you let him kiss you?” I ask again. My knuckles slamming hard into the tiled wall beside me because I don’t know how to handle all the pain I’m feeling. I need to feel something different.
