Page 54 of Fight For Us
Weird.
While I waited, I flagged the waitress and ordered another beer. Might as well keep drinking while I figured out how I could have offended him.
As the waitress dropped off my drink, I glanced to my left where Dolphins shirt guy and his tattooed friend were leaning against the bar ordering whiskeys. Dolphin guy spotted me looking at them and his lips spread into a crooked grin. As quick as I could, I turned my head in the opposite direction, clutching my beer close to my chest.
Alarm bells reverberated through my head, mixing with the sounds of their raucous laughter. I pulled my phone from my purse and opened Instagram to give myself something to look at.
“Can we buy you a drink, gorgeous?” His voice slid over my skin like a thick oil. Against my better judgment, I looked up from my phone and saw that it was Dolphins shirt talking to me. They’d come closer, close enough that I could see their glazed eyes and foreheads beaded with moisture.
“No thanks, I’m good.” I pursed my lips into a tight smile and lifted my half-full beer to make my point before going back to scrolling Instagram.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like what you see up close?” he added. “I know you’ve been watching me all night. Me and my friend.”
I huffed, not giving them the satisfaction of looking up. My skin crawled as the tattooed one stepped closer.
“That’s right. And we like to take turns, don’t we, Brian?”
I took a deep breath and faced him. “What’s your problem?”
Dolphins shirt, aka Brian, took a step closer. “My problem is that you’ve been eye fucking me all night and now you’re acting like a little cocktease in that dress.”
My limbs trembled as adrenaline flooded my system.Get the hell out of there.I grabbed the strap of my purse and pushed out of my stool. Where the hell was Wes?
“Don’t worry, our friend is taking care of your cripple boyfriend,” tattoo guy said as he moved closer. “Come with us. We promise you’ll have a good time.” He reached out and groped my shoulder, pulling on the thin strap of my dress.
“No, I’m good.” I shrugged away and searched the room. If they meant what they said, Wes could be in trouble. “Leave me alone.”
“Fine, we’ll go.” Brian raised his hands in defeat and I finally felt air reach my chest. I took a step away from them so I could get Wes and get the hell out of there, but Brian grabbed my arm and yanked me toward him. “We’ll go… after you suck our cocks in the parking lot.” I pulled away, flinching from the bite of his fingertips into my skin. “And if you even try to scream right now, Mike will make sure your boyfriend watches.”
“Hel—” Mike slapped his salty palm over my mouth and the full gravity of my situation washed over me. This was happening.Again.
The deafening buzz in my ears replaced their snickering voices as they pulled me toward the door. My limbs were nothingbut phantom parts. Why couldn’t I do something? Fight them off? Once they had me outside, it was over.
“Get your fucking hands off my wife.”
Chapter 22
Wes
“You heard me. Stepaway from my wife.” I clenched my fists, ready to strike if those motherfuckers didn’t back off. The tattooed one slipped his hand off Olivia’s mouth and she whimpered my name.
That was all I needed to hear.
Red hot rage pulsed through me and all thoughts left my mind except for one.
Pain.
I stepped closer, grabbing the nearest bar stool, and they shoved Olivia aside.
“Hey man, it’s all good.” The tattooed one backed away with his hands raised. Smart guy had a shred of self-preservation. “Brian, let’s go. Lenny just started anotherround.”
“Nah. I’m not in the mood for pool.” The scumbag in the hat glanced at Olivia and smirked. “This one promised us something. Isn’t that right?”
“Fuck you,” Olivia spat.
He laughed and reached for an empty tumbler. “Come closer, cripple. I’d love to see how many hits it takes to break this glass on your face.”
“I don’t think you want to do that.”
