Page 71 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Here comes Saint Georgia to the rescue. What the fuck was wrong with her? Interfering with the dean and now Ravi. Neither one would do the same for her. Well, she didn’t get to play savior today.
“Shut the fuck up, Peaches,” I snarled while keeping my eyes locked on Ravi. “No one asked for your opinion.”
“You can’t go around hitting people.” Georgia wedged her way in between us and slammed her palms on my chest.
Did she just try to push me? Oh, hell no.
My eyes snapped to her. “You wanna go a round?”
I had no problem slapping some sense into that brain of hers.
“Don’t worry, Georgia.” Ravi wheezed and straightened up to give me that same shit eating grin. “Issac hits like a girl.”
This mother…
Pushing Georgia out of the way, I lunged at Ravi.
Ravi dodged and tried weaved past me, but I managed to grab his shoulder.
He responded by elbowing me in the gut and kicking his foot into my knee, knocking us both off our feet. We went down in a tangle of limbs, slamming hard onto the wooden floor of the deck then rolling down the few steps to the ground.
I would’ve immediately started pounded his face into the dirtif the prick didn’t twist mid-fall, angling our bodies so we landed on our sides, instead of with me on top.
Something sharp scraped against my upper arm, cutting into my skin while my hip ground against gravel. A dull ache shot around to my tailbone and trickled up my spine, but I didn’t give a shit. I was too pissed off for that, and I was far from done.
My next strike was aimed at Ravi’s face.
He ducked, causing my knuckles to scrape off the ground, and scrambled backwards.
I attempted to grab his ankle and drag him back over. Ravi not only wriggled out of that, but he slipped out of my grip when I snatched his arm. Then he twisted away when I hooked my hand in his belt and elbowed me in the face when I attempted to crawl over him.
Blood tinted my mouth and trickled from my lip, my knuckles red and raw. My arm hurt like hell, and I couldn’t keep hold of him, but rage still boiled through my veins.
“Get over here you, squirrely motherfucker.” I snagged Ravi’s foot, 0.2 seconds later, I was holding only his shoe. Nimble bastard was slipperier than a greased-up snake in a thunderstorm, but I was quicker.
We continued to fight, and even with some of my enhanced speed—I didn’t want to use it all and actually kill the fucker—I still only landed one out of every four punches, most of which did not hit where I was aiming.
Somewhere behind us was a mess of shouting. Georgia yelled shit likestop it,let him go, and something about children. At one point, she tried to grab me, but I easily pushed her away. I didn’t give a shit about her or anyone else who might see us. All I saw was red. And Ravi wasn't even the one I was pissed at.
It was my father.
All this shit was his fault.
I didn’t ask for Ravi to be my second, nor did I ask for a bride. I didn’t want any of this. If I did, it sure as shit wouldn’t have been with Georgia fucking Pyne.
Unfortunately, that was how these things went. They didn't ask for our input. Instead, they told us what to do, with no way to get out of it. I couldn’t fight The Society. No one could. They always got what they wanted one way or another. But I could fight Ravi, so that was what I did.
Until I heard the words, “That’s it, I’m getting the pepper spray.”
Just like that, my attention snapped to someone else.
Arm cocked back in mid swing, I looked over my shoulder and hissed, “You don’t?—”
Fuck me.
One look at Georgia and all the rage boiling through my system went straight to my cock.
This girl was far from the one I met. Gone were the frumpy clothes and cardigan sweaters. Georgia was dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged her hips, while her chest heaved, pressing her breasts up against a plain white tank top. Her shoulder-length hair hung loosely in untamed waves, making her big jade eyes glow with a fierceness I was ravenous to tame.
