Page 127 of Charmed, I'm Sure
Rage, which had dulled to a simmer while I took care of Magnolia, surged back, boiling over.
Kyle LeBlanc had stepped one toe too far out of line.
And it was about damn time someone put him in his goddamn place.
My knuckles turned white against the steering wheel as I took a sharp turn down the drive leading to the Mayor’s house. I’d spent most of my senior year here—studying, partying, watching my so-called friends skate through life. But now, all I saw were white walls housing hatred and bigotry.
I was out of the carand banging on the front door before I could second-guess my actions.
“If you don’t stop that racket—” The door flung open, and Cherie—their longtime housekeeper—went from annoyed to shock as she said, “Taylor. How good to see you.”
“As much as I love a friendly face,” I said, pushing past her, “where is he?”
“Who? Kyle?” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “What did that boy donow?”
“Does it matter?”
“Guess not. He’s in there, probably making a mess I’ll have to clean up later.”
I waited until she turned down the hall before throwing the doors open.
Kyle jolted, amber liquid sloshing over his glass, cigarette nearly slipping from his lips. His face was flushed, eyes glassy—three sheets to the winddidn’t even cover it.
His smirk widened as he staggered to his feet. He didn’t have a single scratch on him from what I could tell, and that just pissed me off even more.
“Taylorr! Mymanss. Fin’ly come to your senses?” he asked, his words slurring together.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I seethed, closing the distance between us.
Was this a HIPAA violation? Oh, no question. Especially since Magnolia hadn’t said who had been responsible for the accident. I wasn’t even sure if she knew, but I was past the point of caring.
Knocking the glass out of his hand, I shoved him toward the wall. “Not only did you drive, drunk off your ass by the looks of it, but you could havekilledsomeone, youjackass!”
“I don know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” His words were a little clearer than they had been, though they still muddled together. But it was that insufferable, cocky smirk that he always had when he knew he would get away with something that snapped the last thread of restraint I’d been clinging to.
Slamming him back into the sheetrock, I gripped his shirt in my fists. “Do youknowwho you ran your car into? Do youknowthe extent of the damage you caused?” His smirk widened. “Do you even fuckingcare?”
“Why should I?”
It was the clearest his words had been since I’d stormed through the door, and the fire in his eyes stoked my own. He didn’t give two shits. Why would he when he always got away with everything? He had for as long as I’d known him.
Rage was a living force in my veins, growing stronger with every beat of my heart. I didn’t care about the repercussions that beating the crap out of the Mayor’s son would bring. All I knew was that I wanted to slam my fist into his face and wipe that fucking smirk off his lips. Before I could think twice about what I was about to do, I raised my fist, arm cocked and ready to pummel the piece of shit in front of me.
Red filled my vision.
Iwantedto hit him.
But then—
A slow, Southern drawl grated against my nerves.
“I’d think twice about that if I were you.”
The Mayor.
Fist still poised to strike, hand still fisted in Kyle’s shirt, I gritted out, “Why’s that?”
“Well, Dr. Hallows, we wouldn’t want that license you worked so hard for to get taken away, now would we?”
