Page 7 of Savage Behavior

“These scumbags tried to rape me,” Britt stated nonchalantly. It was then that I realized she was still naked by the way the twins were taking her in. Ryder avoided looking at all costs, his eyes meeting the ceiling or the floor, not in between. He was too in love with her best friend Krista to notice anyone else.

“Get dressed,” I barked.

“No,” she barked back, tossing her clothes at the twins.

“Get rid of those too, she told them. “They are evidence”.

This fucking girl. I pulled my shirt over my head and shoved it over her body before she could fight me on it; the hem met her mid-thigh.

“Really, big guy?”

“Yes, really, little one,” she began to pull it off in protest.

“Well, I don’t want it,” She almost had it over her face when I pulled it back down and hauled her over my shoulder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want to die?”

“Yes, now kill me or stay still” I held her over my shoulder, one hand on her plump ass. I knew she didn’t want to kill me; in fact, I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

“Stop acting like you don’t like it,” I said, smirking to the guys.

“Tweedle dee and Dum, clean this shit up, Ryder. Find out who these motherfuckers were and why they wanted Britt.”

Ryder is my right-hand man. I know he would get to the bottom of this. He nodded

“You got it, boss,” he responded with a smirk. He knew I was obsessed with this crazy girl.

Now, to handle this troublemaker. I walked out of the rehearsal room, and the white brick walls felt like they were closing in as I continued down the long hallway with her.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“To your place,” I responded.

“How the fuck do you know where I live?” she asked, her tongue laced with venom.

“You know how? Let’s stop pretending like you don’t.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

“Why do you?”

“Why do I what?”

“Watch me?” I smiled at her question.

Why do you want me to watch you?” I asked in response.

“Do you ever not answer a question with a question?”

“Yep”

“You are infuriating,” she stated.

“So are you,” I uttered.

“Touche, we are just two peas in a pod then.”

“Guess we are.”

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