Page 34 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

My ears rang as I felt blood rush to my head. “What. The. Fuck. Is this the only copy?”

Amos shrugged. “I don’t know, Caleb. I doubt it.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It didn’t work. “Where the fuck is Justin?”

“Justin? Whoa, dude, hold on. I don’t know if Justin did this.”

I grabbed Amos’s collar. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. He?” I knew in my gut Justin had something to do with it. I just knew.

“Caleb.” I heard Cameron’s voice behind me, his tone serious. I turned to look at him. His eyes were questioning, but he didn’t ask what was wrong.

Amos put his hands up. “If you do this now, you might get suspended. We’re graduating, Caleb.”

I glared back at him. “I don’t care. No one hurts her.” I crumpled the paper in my fist. “Tell me where the fuck Justin is.”

“Justin’s in the multipurpose room,” Cameron said. “Let’s go.”

I don’t even know how I got to the multipurpose room. When I spotted Justin, I headed straight for the fucker. Nothing could have stopped me.

Justin’s eyes widened in fear when he saw me. He backed away slowly, as if he was being careful not to anger me further. But it was too late. I was way beyond angry.

I was going to kill him.

He looked behind him, searching for an escape, but there was only the wall. “Dude, she came on to me—”

There was a satisfying crunch as my fist connected with his face. He stumbled back, tripping over his feet. I was on him before he could recover. I heard shouts around me, but I didn’t care.

He had hurt my girl. He was going to pay.

He was on the floor, his nose bleeding, his eye nearly closed. But I wasn’t finished. I pulled him up by his shirt collar and shoved him against the wall. My hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing. It would be so easy to crush his windpipe. So easy.

“If I even hear you say her name, you’re dead, motherfucker.” I heard voices around me, but I ignored all of them. I shook him. “Do you fucking understand me?”

I stiffened when I felt a hand on my back.

“Caleb.”

It was her. It was my Red.

Sh

e was safe.

My hold loosened a fraction, but not entirely. The asshole began wheezing and coughing.

“Please. Let go of him.” This time, she stood beside me, placing her hand on my arm. “Caleb.”

There was no one who could make me do things I didn’t want to do. Except her.

I would do anything for her.

I let go.

* * *

“You’re bleeding!” Red cried out in alarm.

She was sitting beside me in my car. I should have felt calm and relieved, but I couldn’t get us the hell away from this place fast enough.

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