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"Rivey," he grumbles, hanging his head in defeat, and takes one step back. "You'll thank me one day for giving you…"
"The fuck you think you're doing?" A low, menacing voice comes from beside us with such possession, I swear my nipples pebble under my shirt, showing their approval.
In the blink of an eye, Van is pushed off of me and stumbles backward with a stunned expression lining his face. Kieran charges him again with flaring nostrils and tight fists like a damn wild bull on the loose.
"Kieran," I say in a low voice, scanning his face and trying to stop it. "He's not worth it." His eyes flick to the knife in my hand, hanging loosely without the blade protruding.
"You felt threatened," he hisses, nodding toward the knife. "What the fuck were you saying to her, Donny boy?" he asks, flexing his fists. “You looked like you were getting fucking cozy with my girlfriend.”
“Again, with the girlfriend remarks!” I hiss, tossing my hands up in exasperation.
It’s like they think if they keep saying it over and over again that I’ll finally believe it. But there’s no way I’m their anything. Nothing but a good time and…whatever else I have to convince myself of.
Kieran shifts his weight from foot to foot, cracking his knuckles like a crazy man hell-bent on defending my honor. Great. He's going to kick Van's ass. Not that Van doesn't deserve a good-ass whooping, but still. At a family cookout where their parents already hate me. It's not what I need right now. What I need is a stack of ribs, a damn strawberry milkshake, and no damn drama. Is that too much to ask for?
"Kieran," I warn with a growl, stepping toward him.
"What's it to you, Knight? Huh? Her pussy that good that you're going to punch me in the face?" A redness takes over Van's face when he steps up to Kieran, facing off with him with a snarl.
I frown. "Leave my pussy out of this. You know what? You're all jackasses." I throw my hands in the air when Kieran grabs him by the collar and holds him close. Idiots. They're all fucking idiots. I shake my head, stuffing my knife back into my pocket. They can keep their balls and have fun beating the snot out of each other.
"Nah. You're just a jealous asshole," Kieran spits through gritted teeth. "It tears you apart that the girl you're in love with is on my dick, not yours. But that's your fault, isn't it, Drake?" Kieran cocks his head as Van seethes in his grip, shaking with anger. His eyes cut to mine, and I fucking sigh at the situation. Who knew my Knight would argue and defend my pussy against my stupid ex-boyfriend who broke my heart. It'd be romantic if he weren't being such a dick.
"You shouldn't have her," Van grits out, shoving against Kieran, and knocks them both to the ground. Van lands on top of Kieran and raises his fist, letting it dangle.
"God damn it!" I hiss, marching toward them and grabbing his hand. "This isn't cute, romantic, or whatever the hell you two think you're fighting over. This is fucking barbaric. Get. Off. Of. Him." I grunt, trying to pull Van's lean body off Kieran, but he doesn't budge. He stays on top of Kieran, glaring down at the smirking asshole beneath him who eggs him on with a sparkle in his eyes.
"Do it, Van," Kieran says in a low, gruff voice. "Punch me like you want to."
"You're not helping, Assface," I huff, trying to pull Van's hand back, but it backfires when I stumble over my feet and land hard on my ass. As soon as my hand releases from his fist, he throws it into the side of Kieran's laughing face.
"Oh God, yes," Kieran shouts when Van wails on him repeatedly, pounding his fist into his face until blood spurts out of his nose. He laughs, thrashes around, and soaks up the pain every fist inflicts.
"Van, you asshole!" I hiss, getting into the mix and launching myself at my stupid ex, who couldn't leave it alone.
"What the hell?" Rad's voice rings through the fray of fists, and he forces Van off and helps my aching body off the ground. "Dude, seriously?" he asks Kieran, who jumps to his feet, wiping the blood from under his nose. He loosens his neck and grins with bloody teeth in Van's direction.
"Feel better?" Kieran asks in a condescending tone and cocks his head.
"Loads," Van grits out, popping his knuckles.
"Go the fuck back home, Van," Asher demands, strolling between the houses with so much fucking confidence it chokes the air. "You've said your peace. Now get the fuck out. She doesn't want you. We don't want you. Run along." He flicks his wrist with an arrogant attitude.
"I'm just trying to keep you safe, Rivey," Van says, cutting his eyes to me. "They're going to hurt you." I swear his eyes mist over when he looks at me, pleading with me to heed his words.
"Just like you did?" I say, letting all my vulnerabilities shine through.
His lips roll together, and his eyes drop, dripping in shame. "Yeah," he mumbles. "But I'd never make that mistake again." He shakes his head, snapping back when a new voice comes toward us.
"Van, baby! What are you doing?"
I jerk my head when a beautiful brunette strolls up with her hand on her chest and shock on her face. But that's not what draws me in. Nope. It's the giant diamond glistening on her left hand—an engagement ring. Correction, a massive engagement ring. Jesus. That has to cost more than my yearly salary. "Did you…did you fight?" She takes his hand, examining the blood on his fist, and then looks at Kieran's face. "Oh, no," she gasps.
"Heya, Whitley," Rad greets, tipping his head in her direction with a small, knowing smirk.
"Rad," she greets with a frown, taking the crowd in until she gets to me. Her face hardens, and her ice-blue eyes cut to Van, where guilt is written all over his face.
"I see," she huffs and turns to walk away.
