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Fuck, I vomited when I licked Kitty, and she actually fucked someone so god knows how she feels right now.
Letting my anger take over, I rain my fists on the fuckers face, ensuring not to let up, unable to. I hear a crunch, and I know I broke the dicks nose, but I don’t stop even as his pleas disappear, his apologies, his admitting to slipping her a little something in her drink, and his body goes limp. His face is well passed unrecognizable and I continue to hit over and over, blood splattering on my face.
I don’t lose steam, my anger clouding everything, this fucker touching the woman I love while she was intoxicated, taking over everything.
“Fuck,” I hear Blade, “How long has he been hitting him like that for?”
Psycho murmurs, “Ten minutes and he hasn’t slowed.”
“Fuck,” Blade repeats before I feel hands pulling me back, but I shove them away and hit Joey again before I’m yanked back and Blade gets in my face and snaps, “He’s dead, brother…”
I breathe heavy and fist my hands to stop myself from hitting my best friend, my president while he looks over my features with concern and I breathe heavy.
“Okay,” he says with a nod, “End of next month, Fury is marrying Skylar at the club, I want you back by then.”
I don’t react, my body numb.
“I know you were planning on going, I know you were setting up for your dad to take over from you for a while. So go, but your ass better be back here for that wedding otherwise Skylar will kill you,” Blade continues before Dirty asks, “You sure about this, Prez? He’s just killed a guy with his bare hands, though he did deserve it, and when Randy finds out, fuck, his friends better run, is all I’m going to say.”
Blade doesn’t look away from me as he replies, “Yeah I’m sure, he needs this. I may not like it but it needs to be done because he’s exploding right before our eyes,” then he says to me, “Go wash your face and get packed, I’ll keep the club busy until you’re gone so no one can stop you.”
I nod once, and without a word, I turn and walk to the door, grabbing my cut from Psycho without looking at him and walking out.
I turn left, heading to the sink as I put my cut on, suddenly glad I’ve got a black tee on and I wash my hands and face, scrubbing off the blood, watching as it goes down the drain before I dry myself then without a single word, I walk back up the stairs feeling their eyes on me.
“Hey Viper, baby,” I hear as I walk into the club, half-naked women dancing, enticing men around.
I turn my head to the bar and see Kitty smirking from where she’s sat next to fucking Cherri of all people, who is licking her bottom lip at me. I shake my head before walking out of the strip club, knowing I can’t kill two more people.
I need to go grab my shit and leave before I explode, the vision of her baring herself for him filling my vision, and the urge to kill someone again heightens.
Yeah, it’s time to leave.
Chapter 15
Lake – Two Months Later
I chew my bottom lip as I eye the light pink, off-the-shoulder dress with long sleeves hanging off my frame, wondering if the sleeves will stay down my wrists or if I should be smart and put hair ties over them so they don’t come up.
“Fuck baby.”
I flinch as the guy's grunts echo from two months ago, and the urge to grab the small blade I have in my nightstand builds for the fifth time today. I take deep breaths to try and control it, not wanting to do it again.
One week is how long I’ve gone without cutting. Before that, it was eight days, and three days before that.
Every time I get a flashback of what I did, or Viper’s words echo in my head, I cut, nothing too big but deep enough that I feel it, to quiet the voices.
Not a good sign though, is it, huh? An EMT in med school cutting all because she’s heartbroken over a guy and let someone touch her when drunk.
I feel a slight movement in my stomach, and I look down at the flowing dress, my bump just noticeable, and I slowly turn to my side and gently rub my hand over the twenty-week bump, the baby moving underneath my hand as I eye it in the mirror.
A girl, I’m having a girl…
I found out yesterday, before I met with an adoption agency in the heart of Santa Monica and that apparently several families want to be considered.
Sadness fills me again, and I blink, the tears that brim wanting to fall, while the urge to cut intensifies.
Sitting in the office, explaining that I’m just not ready to be a mama and that the father is not involved. It hurt, a lot, especially when I saw a future with Viper, but I powered through it before starting a shift with Callum. Thankfully he hasn’t noticed that I’m pregnant. My bump is small but I guess that is what happens when you don’t eat right during pregnancy which makes me selfish.
