Page 1 of Pretty Little Disaster

NIC

SIX WEEKS AGO

Isit, staring over the balcony onto the dance floor below while the blonde in the sequin dress nibbles on my ear lobe and whispers dirty things to me. When that doesn’t get a reaction she tries sliding her palm over my slacks to stir my cock to life. Her friend finishes hoovering up a huge line of coke from the table in front of me and tries being cute when she giggles and dusts off her nose.

“I like it here.” She crawls across the floor until she’s kneeling in front of me like a dog, then, offering me a vacant smile she picks her champagne flute up from the table and drains it empty.

“You wanna go to the back room?” Her hands slide over my knees. “You look tense. Me and Detra can help with that.” She glances up at her friend and when she makes that desperate little giggle again, I shake my head. Fucking the last brain cells out of these little skanks isn’t going to help offload what’s on my mind. I light myself a smoke and rest back in the seat. Then, just as Fee, or whatever her name is, is about to take out my cock and suck it in front of all the people up here in the VIP section of mybrother-in-law's club, I see something downstairs that actuallydoesintrigue me.

“Disappear,” I order both girls, sitting forward and resting my elbows on my knees, watching Lorna-fucking-James standing at the bar with a guy who’s far too old for her.

She’s got her usual huge smile on and seems to be holding on to every word that’s coming out of his mouth.

I laugh at the fake-assed bitch, and I’m qualified to judge, I’ve known that girl practically her whole life, and I know she has no interest in anyone other than herself.

I tilt my head when I notice that the dress she’s wearing is far too short. I’m not used to seeing my sister's best friend all dressed up and looking for attention. All the memories I have of her involve her wearing oversized sweaters, faded jeans, or old Converse. She was always hanging around our place before Madalina got married, and our father died. Lorna is from a different world to ours, one without corruption and danger. One without factions and betrayal, but that didn’t stop her from becoming an honorary member of our family.

I always figured her own were just too busy for her.

We guessed her dad was absent since she never seemed to mention him, and our stepmom, Serena, said her mom’s head was completely in the clouds. Although our family was far from normal, Lorna seemed to always be happy among us. I can’t quite put my finger on when that happiness started to infuriate me, but what I do know is that over the years it’s spread like a fucking cancer.

“Nic, we were hoping we could–”

“Isaiddisappear!” I raise my voice and stand up, resting my arms over the balcony and looking below. It’s a busy night tonight, the dance floor’s rammed with people and while Lorna innocently takes a look around her surroundings, bopping herhead to the music, I swear I see the guy she came with slip something into her drink.

I grip the rail as red-hot rage seeps through my veins, especially when Lorna smiles at him gratefully and he lifts up her glass to pass it to her.

“Son of a bitch!” I quickly push myself off the railings and march past security, heading down the stairs and pushing through the crowd to get to them both.

“Nic?” Lorna smiles as if she’s happy to see me, and since that never happens, I figure this isn’t the first pill he’s slipped her. So, without any more thought or hesitation, I pull back my arm and slam my fist right into Mr Cock-fucking-sure’s face.

“Nic!” I hear Lorna gasp as he stumbles back against the bar, and when I grab the back of his head and slam him, face-first into the surface of it she immediately puts all her efforts into tugging me off him. “Nic, what the fuck are you doing?” She screams in my ear as everyone around us goes still and watches me beat the fuck out of this scumbag. “Nic,please,” she begs, and I wait until the fuckers face is shredded open with broken glass before I drop him from my hold and turn to face her.

“You okay?” I check, looking at the dumbfounded look on her face and noticing how her eyes are struggling to focus. She reaches for the bar to steady herself, misjudges its distance, and stumbles.

“Jesus,” I growl furiously, stepping forward so I can toss her up over my shoulder.

“Nic. What are you doing?” Her voice is weak, just like the fight she tries putting up as I carry her to the bathroom.

“Get out!” I bellow at the gang of girls who are surrounding the basin unit then, kicking open one of the stalls, I place Lorna on her knees and gather her long, brown hair at her nape.

“You’ll thank me for this later,” I assure her.

“Thank you for wha–” She chokes and sputters against my fingers when I ram them to the back of her throat, trying to bring up the contents of her stomach and whatever that sly piece of shit has been spiking her drinks with.

She retches a few times before bringing it all up, and I can’t understand why, but breathe a sigh of relief as I hold her hair back and look up at the ceiling.

“Good girl, get it all up,” I tell her, wanting so badly to go back to that cunt and finish him. I switch the hand that's holding her hair so I can take out my cell and quickly send a message to security, ordering them to grab the fucker before he can leave and take him to the office. I can deal with him once I get Lorna home.

“You done?” I check when she uses both her hands on the rim of the toilet to aid herself back on her feet.

“Yeah, I’m done.” She stumbles out of the stall and runs the faucet, filling her hand with water so she can rinse out her mouth.

“Look, Lorna… I–” She silences me when she spins around and throws a right hook at my cheek.

“What thefuckis wrong with you?” she yells, shoving me hard in the chest and backing me up against the wall. “You shredded my date’s face open then you bring me in here and force me to throw up. Are you fucking insane?” She taps her temple with her finger.

“Lorna, that prick put something in your drink. I was saving you!” I yell back at her, stepping back into her space and wanting so badly to throttle her that my fingertips feel like they’re on fire.

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