Page 52 of Heart Break Her

Zane finishes the last drag of the joint before flicking it onto the pavement.

“What about you?” I ask. “Did you always want to work in music?”

Zane laughs a little. “Music, yeah, but that’s not exactly what I’m doing right now.”

“Do you play?”

He tips his head to me and bites his lip as he looks me over. “Sometimes,” he says, but his mind seems to be somewhere else.

There’s something about his stare that has turned from captivating to alarming, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

“Your hair is fucking sexy.” He turns his body toward me, our legs touching. His hand reaches up to tug on one of the strands before he traces a line down my jaw slowly.

“You said that,” I remind him, but he doesn’t acknowledge it.

His eyes are clouded from the weed, and I’m unnerved all of a sudden. His thumb moves along my cheek and then rolls over my bottom lip as he licks his own.

“What are you doing?” I pull away.

But his hand falls in my lap when I do, gripping my thigh.

“Want to go somewhere?” Zane’s smile has shifted to a dark grin that gives me a bad feeling. “Won’t film it, promise.”

Film it?

What was I thinking? That Zane was the one person on the crew who hadn’t seen the video, and he actually wanted to get to know me?

Was I honestly that stupid?

I’m going to be sick.

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, let’s have some fun.” Zane leans in with a smile that says he doesn’t think it’s out of line at all. “You sure looked like you can take a cock. Show me what your pretty mouth can do, and I promise to make it worth your while.”

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Sebastian’s voice comes only a moment before his body closes in on Zane. With the first hit, blood starts flying.

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Sebastian

“Sebastian,stop!”

There’s screaming. Hands pulling my arm. Flashes of red.

Or maybe it’s blood from when I crushed that asshole’s nose with my fist.

“Sebastian!”

It sounds like Cassie, but my ears are ringing so loudly, I can’t differentiate her voice from my heartbeat.

I lift my arm to swing again, but this time my fist doesn’t connect.

“Get off me.” I try to twist, but the grip on my body is too strong.

Looking over, I see Rome has me by one arm and Noah has me by the other. Fucking traitors. If they’d heard the words that came out of this motherfucker’s mouth, they’d be fighting right beside me.

“Sebastian, stop.” I recognize Adrian’s voice this time, and the scene comes back into focus: the piece of shit on the ground looking like I just rearranged his face, Adrian walking around me to check on him, eyes giving me a warning.

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