Page 44 of Red Obsession

“I can explain,” I start, only stopping when she holds her hand up. Shutting my mouth, I step forward. The pull to be near her is near drowning me.

“Don’t bother,” she hisses, yanking the door open.

“Fuck,” I swear under my breath as I race after her. For someone who has short legs, she’s fast as shit. She races through the half-naked girls throwing themselves at men, half of them already on their knees. A few of them block the main entrance, watching her glance back at me before rushing towards the hallway.

I’m almost to her when a hand grabs my forearm, stopping me.

“Hi, baby,” I hear a female slur. Glancing down, I notice it’s Rachel. Not sure if that’s her real name, but she’s my last hook up. I should have known she was going to notice me here. “Want to come back to our room?”

I almost gag as she says our. There’s nothing in this world that is “ours.” She was just a decent fuck that understood not to touch me, that I only wanted to fuck girls from behind. I don’t do skin to skin.Now she’s the fuckhead that’s stopping me from reaching Izel.

“No,” I grunt. Looking around, I try searching for Izel. Which I don’t have to look very hard, because there she is by the door, her eyes focusing on my arm.

Looking down, I hadn’t even realized Rachel is still gripping me.

Shit.

But it’s too late, Izel sees it. In a rush she turns, running smack dab into a fight that starts to break out. Suddenly she’s shoved down to the ground, and her screams break out. Fists are thrown, more people are shoved, and Izel only nearly misses being stomped on.

Ripping my body away from Rachel, I grip her neck. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” I growl, dragging her face closer to mine, her toes barely touching the ground. “Do it again and I’ll kill you.”

Shoving her off, I race through the crowd trying to get to her before she runs off again. Izel drags herself to her feet and glances behind her once before taking off, slipping through the crowd.

Scanning the fight, I look for the dead man that shoved her. It takes two seconds, and I’m marching towards him. Gripping his shoulder, I swung him around, and my fist connects with his nose. Bone crunches, blood pours down his face, and I don’t stop.

He hurt her, and that’s all I can think about. He hurt my girl.

Pulling my knife out from my pocket, I ram it into his neck. Screams erupt, and the crowd falls apart from us. I don’t give a shit. Dropping him, I’m seething. Shoving everyone out of my way, I reach the entrance, searching the street.

She can’t leave me.

I won’t let her. Even if I have to tie her to my fucking bed.

Climbing into my truck, I don’t waste time breaking every law so I can get home before Izel does something stupid.

Thankfully, I don’t have to look for long. The moment I turn the corner, I find Izel limping on the side of the road. Picking up speed, I pull off in front of her. I don’t think as I shove the door open.

“Where are you going?” I yell marching towards her.

Izel ignores me as she continues storming off, where to, I don’t know. But with the way her hands are fisted at her side, and the clear stomp of her feet, it doesn’t take a genius to know she’s pissed off.

“Stop ignoring me, Red!” I say a little louder. I’m inches behind her when I grip her bicep. Swinging her around, she pushes against my chest before backing away from me.

“I can explain,” I start. Unsure how I’m really going to explain that I just killed two men in a sex club. I mean, I’ve shown her who I am, who I really am. “That guy, he–”

“She touched you,” she hisses, anger radiating off her body.

That stops me in my tracks, confusing me for a moment. Ready to ask what she means until she cuts me off. “You kissed me, then left me and let some bitch touch you!”

“Izel, I didn’t let her touch me. I was trying to run after you.”

“You don’t let anyone touch you,” she argues.

“Izel–”

“So, it’s Izel then, no more Red?” She throws her hands in the air. “Well, fine then, Z.”

Narrowing my eyes, I bend in front of her, making it so we’re at eye level. I know it bothers her when we argue and she’s not eye level with me. It makes her feel less, and I won’t have that.

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