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Sean
“What the fuck do you want?”I crack open my bedroom door enough to meet Coy’s angrysnarl.
“Where is she? She’s here.” He has the audacity to storm into my room and start throwing pillows and sheets off of the bed. He turns toward the closet but I block his path. “Where is she? You fucked my girlfriend, you piece of shit!” He shakes his fist in my face, but I don’tflinch.
“I didn’t fuck her,” I grate through my teeth. Last night with Jess wasn’t fucking; it was worship. We weren’t having sex; we were making love. Every touch on her skin was another way of proving to her how beautiful she is. I don’t clarify that toCoy.
“Fucking liar!” he seethes, and his hands go straight to mythroat.
“Get. Out.” The words spit from my mouth as I struggle to break free from his hold. He’s strong, I’ll give him that, but I’m in damn good shape. I get in one good knee to his balls, but that only earns me an elbow to the kidney. We scrap around, finally banging into the wall so hard that the portrait I bought from the fundraiser slips off its hook and tumbles from the bed to thefloor.
“You’re gonna pay, dipshit. Where is she?” Coy puffs through labored breath, and the stench of alcohol and stale cigs hits my face. He’s still sloshed, and I can only hope to work that to myadvantage.
“She’s not here, dumbass.” I shove him and he trips over a pillow and falls flat on hisass.
“I’m going to . . .” He lunges off the floor but I skirt him before he catches mylegs.
“What? Whatcha gonna do?” I egg him on, fully pissed that he not only interrupted my sleep but my snuggle time with Jess. He has no right to burst into my room like this, or even come after her after what he did. “You’re gonna what? Beat me the way you doher?”
“Fuck you!” He slams forward with more speed than I anticipate and knocks me to thefloor.
“What the hell! Sean! Coy! Knock it off!” Trent rushes into the room but he can’t get between us. We roll around, sneak in cheap shots, and grapple for the upperhand.
“Dude! Stopalready!”
“I’m not gonna let the fucker go. Not till he tells me where Jess is.” Coy’s breath stinks like ass and only boils my bloodfurther.
“Go. To. Hell,” I spit out between severalhits.
“That’s enough!” Jess’s shout freezes Coy for a moment. Even with the curtains drawn and lights off there’s enough light from the hallway to illuminate herprofile.
As soon as he catches sight of her in my bathroom doorway—her hair a mess and wearing my clothes—he turns on me with a surge of vengeance. “You fucker!” His right hook connects with my face. “You said you didn’t fuck her!” An elbow to my gut knocks the air right from me. “You’re going topay!”
“Enough! Stop!” Austin and Trent catch his arms and heave him off of me. They force him closer to the door, but I’m not sure if the space is meant to protect me orhim.
With my ego wounded, I wipe blood from my face with the back of my hand, stand, and squint through a quickly swellingeye.
Trent doesn’t let up on Coy even though he’s stopped fighting against him. “Let’s all just calm down here. I’m sure this is just amisunderstanding.”
Coy lifts his chin at me. “Yeah, Sean, give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you right now. Why the fuck is my girl wearing your clothes? Why’s she in yourroom?”
I grate my jaw back and forth, meeting everyone’sstares.
Jess let’s her hair fall forward and it hides the evidence of Coy’s wrath. As if she doesn’t want the guys to see. She gives a little shake to her head, but I can’t let thisgo.
I can’t let him off for what he’sdone.
“Oh, you want to play show and tell? She might be in my clothes, but you wanna explain her face? The bruises she’s wearing thismorning?”
Coy lunges, but thankfully, Austin and Trent have a goodhold.
Austin rolls his eyes. “Not helping,Sean.”
“Oh, what? That’s not helpful? Exposing him for the woman abuser he is?” The words fire from my mouth but still I don’t feel any source ofrelief.
“You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.” Coy growls as if that will intimidate me enough to shutup.
