Page 25 of Born Savage

“Not much to tell, really. Apparently, he thought I’d be so thankful that he offered me a ride home, that I’d just open up my legs for him. And when I refused, he offered the alternative of giving him a B.J. instead. I made it clear that I wasn’t interested, so he pulled over and gave me the choice. I decided I’d rather take my chances with the desert,” I share.

“I don’t even know what to say. Honestly, I am so sorry that I got you into this mess. I thought he was a decent guy, I had no idea,” she answers, but she doesn’t even have to say it. Roxy is my best friend and I know she’d never put me in a situation like that on purpose.

“It’s okay, Rox. It’s not your fault,” I say, as I finally see faint light approaching from behind me.

“I see you; I see you…” her shaky voice comes through and I stop walking. In a matter of seconds, her tires crunch against the dirt, coming to a stop a few feet away.

I pull open the door and climb inside. Fresh tears have stained her cheeks.

“I am so sorry,” she says again and then her eyes drop. “Did he do that?” she questions in a whisper, her fingertips lightly touching the torn strap.

“Yeah. That was his last attempt. He wanted me to flash him and I once again turned him down,” I share.

“God damn. I never would have thought. Alex definitely knew how to put on the nice guy act, but he really is a fucking scumbag,” she says exactly what I’ve been thinking since climbing into his car.

“Oh, shit. Your dad… He’s going to kill me,” Roxy turns to look at me with wide eyes as we pull into the lot at the clubhouse only minutes later.

“If anything, he’s going to kill Alex. He’d never hurt you,” I assure her. Roxy pretty much grew up around the club too. Not in the clubhouse, but she’s been by my side since we were seven years old.

“Alex has no idea,” she says.

“Well, I did try to warn him. I told him that he was going to regret what he did, but I don’t think he believed me,” I manage to give her a small smile.

I close my eyes for a brief second before pulling the handle and opening my door. I have no intention of telling my dad anything tonight. All that shit can wait until tomorrow. Right now, all I want is a hot shower and to curl up in my warm bed.

Seventeen

Shark

Lighting up my cigarette, I see headlights of a small black vehicle whip into the lot and come to a stop. The passenger door opens and I finally see her. I’ve been looking for her since yesterday, but she up and vanished leaving me completely on edge. The whiskey hasn’t been helping, so I thought the nicotine might do the trick.

I pull a deep drag into my lungs before blowing the smoke back out into the hot dessert air. The driver’s side door swings open and another girl hops out, quickly skipping around to meet Scarlett. Even in the dark, I can see Scarlett’s feet are bare and she’s carrying her shoes as the two start to walk together towards the path around the edge of the clubhouse.

Something’s not right here. I need to find out who this girl is that she’s with and where they’ve been.

I take one more quick drag before dropping my butt and stomping it out. My boots are heavy against the pavement as I start to walk. They’ve headed back towards the pool area, so I should be able to walk through the clubhouse and cut them off before they can make it to her bedroom.

I march through the loud chaos of tonight’s party, focused on finding her, when an unwanted distraction steps in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.

“You look like a man on a mission,” the clearly drunk female sways slightly in front of me.

“That’s because I am. Now move,” I request.

“I bet I’d be more fun than wherever you’re going,” she starts to lift her hand to my chest, but I clasp her wrist, stopping her.

“Doubt it. Now get the fuck out of my way,” I take the stronger route this time.

She releases a soft huff, but finally steps aside. I know now that I’ve probably missed my chance to intercept, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get the fuckin’ story. I turn my path and walk in the direction of her bedroom.

“Scarlett, we need to talk,” I announce as my fist connects with her door.

Seconds later the door cracks, but it’s a pair of brown eyes looking back at me.

“She’s in the shower,” the girl tells me, but I lift my hand and push the door out from under her, sticking my head into the room.

“You don’t believe me?” she asks, clearly amused.

“Nope. Don’t fucking know you,” I answer roughly.

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