Page 69 of Steeling Her
“Now, now, no need to be bitter, Jackson. I won fair and square.” He smirks moving his head to the side.
“She isn’t a game, Ryan. You’re a fucking moron if you think so.” The anger lights up in his eyes and I smirk knowing I’ve hit a nerve. Let it begin.
“At least I got a fucking date with her! How far did you get? Yeah, nowhere!” He leans over me, trying to get right in my face to intimidate me, but as luck would have, I’m not scared of him. “And I’ll get further tonight with her too. She’s looking so fucking sexy tonight. I can’t wait for her to moan my name when she cums on my dick. You can watch if you want?” He winks at the end, pleased with himself. The things coming out of his mouth is fucking vile. He can’t talk about her like that. He can’t talk about anyone like that, especially not Carter.
“What did you say?” I push my face against his and challenge this pussy. I set the bottle down over to the side of the counter.
“You heard me, Jackson. Get the fuck out of my face!” he roars back at me, but I don’t even flinch. The room suddenly goes quiet, and all eyes are on us. I can feel them; I don’t care.Prepare for a show boys, shit is about to kick off.
“You touch her like that, I will end your fucking life, Ryan,” I warn him. If he opens his mouth and lets it run like that again, I will nail him to the fucking wall. I’m so pissed off at him.
“Is that a threat, Jackson?” He’s testing my patience.
“That’s a promise, Averman.” I push back. We’re in each other’s faces like last time, foreheads touching, and I’m about to ram this idiot’s face into the ground if he doesn’t shut the fuck up.
The smirk on his face tells me he’s not going to let up. I’m game, I will punch the manners back into this guy for talking about her like that.
“I’ll let you know how she tastes.” He grins sinisterly back before taking a step out of the space. My fist collides with his jaw, pummelling him back to the ground. Screams and the scattering of people can be heard. I launch myself on top of him with both our fists in the open air, swiping at one another. Gasps and screams are heard around us and we hear footsteps rush into the room. I know he’s getting his own punches in—I can taste my blood—but I have too much adrenaline in me right now to feel the pain. I’m getting more punches in; I’m in control of ruining this pretty boy’s face and stopping that mouth from running any further.
Punch after punch, I’m finally dragged off of him. Three guys pull me out of the room, one being TJ, and I give Ryan the middle finger as I’m being dragged out, proud that I sent him a strong message to leave her the fuck alone.
“You’re a fucking psycho, Jackson!” he screams back at me, still on the floor. I’m being dragged outside by my teammates, and Danielle storms over to me. She hits my chest, telling me to walk over to the side.
“What the fuck was that?” she yells to me. Her eyes tell me she’s angry.Why?
“Why the fuck are you pissed?” I bite back at her. Her brows furrow instantly, and I know I’m in for a good lashing from her. TJ is comforting a shaken Haley over beside the cars.But where’s Carter?
“Why am I pissed? Why am I pissed?” She laughs hysterically before continuing on, “I’m annoyed because you beat the shit out of my friend’s date for no reason. You looked like you were in a jealous rage in there! This is your fault! Why did you beat him up, Nick? What the fuck happened?” Her voice turns into a squeaky mess when she asks me that last part.
“I didn’t like the way he was talking about her, so I put I few manners into him.” I shrug, pacing back and forth between the tree and her. The urge to punch the tree is strong, but I restrain myself because I need my arm for football.
“What’s it to you? You’re the one who moved on!” she yells at me and I look over to my sister to see if she heard her. She didn’t because she’s talking to Reggie and Cas with TJ by her side.
“Moved on? What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, confused as hell as to what she’s talking about. I only did because she did.
“Don’t play dumb!” She steps closer to me. I’ve never seen her so pissed. She’s usually not the serious type, she’s the one who constantly makes joke after joke.
“Danielle, I honestly don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I say while gritting my clenched teeth. My hands are on my hips trying to calm myself down, but she’s not helping at the moment.
“You ignoring her the whole day yesterday! That’s what I’m talking about!” she whisper yells at me knowing Haley’s close by.
“Fuck.” I sigh and run my hands through my hair. “Fuck,” I repeat turning to face the tree. I run my hands along my hair.
“So care to explain, Nick?” She has that same tone, calm yet angry.
“What did she tell you?” I ask her, trying to get inside Carter’s head. I fucked up. I know I did. With a capitol ‘F’.
“She told me everything. I know you two kissed,” she whispers to me as she steps even closer. “She thinks you’re regretting it or that you thought she was another one of your conquests and now you’ve moved on to the next one. Or, in this case, downgraded to Maya . . .again.” I don’t like the way she says “again” like it was obvious that I was going to go back to her. Everyone says it, but it’s not true. I only go back because she’s a guaranteed lay. That’s it.
“Shit!” I run my hand down my face and stop at my mouth, biting down on my finger. She thinks I regret what happened with her. It’s the furthest thing from it. I fucking revelled in tasting her lips.
“So tell me what the fuck set you off in there.” she asks softly. I look up to see her standing there with a solemn look on her face, pleading for me to tell her what happened.
“I didn’t like the way he rubbed the date in my face. I didn’t like what he was saying about her. And I most certainly didn’t like the way he keeps claiming her as his,” I tell her truthfully.
Because, she’s not his. She’s mine. My body shakes at that thought. But it feels so right.
She’s mine.
