Page 9 of Brick

Oh yeah, fucking this guy up is going to be so very satisfying.

The asshole tries to rush me, but I barely even feel him. I clench my hands together and bring them down like a club in the middle of his back.

“Fuck!” he groans and crumbles to the ground, barely able to breathe.

“Who the fuck are you?” I grab the back of his shirt and yank him back to his feet.

“Get the fuck off me,” the asshole grunts and tries to swing on me. His blows feel like a fly smacking against my skin—weak. Pathetic.

“I asked you a fucking question!” I shout before I fling him forward. He frog splashes onto Luna’s couch before rolling onto the glass coffee table. It smashes into a million pieces.

I surge forward, trying to get my hands on him again, but the bastard grabs a handful of glass shards and tosses it right in my face. At the very last second, I close my eyes and use my forearm to block the spray. A few shards crash against my face.

By the time I open my eyes again, the asshole is already at the window, sliding out.

“You punk bitch!” I call out and try to chase after him.

“Brick, no. Please. Don’t go. Please.” Luna reaches one hand for me.

I’m torn because one part of me wants to go after that asshole, but the other part wants to stay here and make sure Luna is okay.

“Shit. Come here.” Protecting Luna wins out.

I rush over to where she is and grab hold of her. Her whole body is shaking.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m here, Luna.” I push her hair out of her face, and it nearly breaks my heart when I see her eyes welling with tears. I could break that bastard's neck.

“Who was that?” I ask her but make sure to keep my voice soft. I don’t want to scare her any more than she already is.

“I...I...I don’t know,” she stutters.

“You’re hurt. Let me see you.” I try to move her other arm from around her chest, but she clamps down hard.

“My shirt...it’s ripped.”

“Here, sweetness, take mine.” I peel my cut-off and pull my shirt for her to wear. Gently, I pull my shirt over her head and let it fall down her body. It feels right having my shirt on her.

“Let me see your face.”

Finally, covered up, she lifts her face so I can see her. There’s a bruise on her cheek, and her lip is busted. There’s a small trickle of blood dried under her nose, but it’s already stopped bleeding.

“I’m okay. I just need to wash my face.” She tries to get up. I growl when she winces as she stands up.

That bastard.

“Come.” I put my arms out so she can come to me, but she’s so stubborn she tries to take a step on her own. I’m not having it.

I scoop her up. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Back there.” She gestures down the hallway.

I walk slowly, just in case there’s another asshole in here. Lucky for them, no one else is here. I softly place her on the toilet seat and grab a washcloth to wipe the nearly dried blood off her face.

“Thanks, Brick. I’m okay now. You can go.” She tries to push my hand away.

“Not on your life, Luna. I’m not leaving you here.”

“What do you mean? You can’t think to stay here.” She raises her eyebrow at me, just a touch of the fireball that is Luna coming back to the surface.

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