Page 88 of Nightmare

My fists are throbbing, my scabbed skin opening back up, my blood mixing with his on his face and the floor around us.

“Travis, Travis, Travis.” Mac is saying behind me, but I can’t stop. I can’t get ahold of myself, I can barely fucking breathe.

I pull my arm back again, barreling it back into his face – his nose crunching under the force, blood spraying onto my chest where it’s positioned above him. He grunts, a yell caught in his throat and a smile tips up my lips.

Big arms grab my shoulders, ripping me off of him, then I’m thrown against the far wall of my office, Mac’s face appearing in front of my own. I shove at him, trying to get back to the fuckwit that had the balls to come into my shop and threaten me.

I yell incoherently, wriggling against Mac’s hold, my vision spotting with red, and watch as Jax crouches down into Brody’s face to make sure the piece of shit is still breathing.

He groans, turning on his side to spit blood on the floor, then Jax yanks at his shirt to lift him up into a standing position.

Everything is moving in slow motion, with the exception of my heart which is pounding out of my chest like it too wants to get to him. Mac is still talking, but I can’t make out what he’s saying past the noise of the blood rushing in my ears.

I just stand there, pushing against his hold on my shoulders, watching as Jaxson gets into Brody’s face, saying something quiet enough that I can’t hear him. Brody meets my eyes from across the room, his gaze angry.

He spits blood onto the floor again, flips me the bird then takes a step backwards – lifting his hand so his middle finger is pointing towards me as he starts to leave.

“You’ll fucking pay. She’smine.” He grunts, swiping a hand along his face to catch some of the blood dripping from his skin.

I charge him again, red concealing my vision completely, but Mac is right there to push me back into the wall, his hands staying on my shoulders this time, making sure I can’t get any closer to Brody as he leaves my office and stomps out of the shop on heavy feet and a couple of groans.

My chest heaves, I slink back into the wall to try to catch my breath once the piece of shit is out of my vision, then my boys are there.

“What the fuck?!” Jax yells, meeting my heavy stare, shaking his head.

I’m covered in sweat, my entire body ignited and shaking. I stare at the other side of the room, completely ignoring my best friends who are trying to get my attention.

I pull a bloody hand up, running it through my hair before my knees give out and my back slides against the wall until my ass hits the floor.

“Fuck.” I breathe, realizing just how badly he needs to fucking disappear.

Chapter Forty-Two

Olivia

“Yo.”Summer says as she comes falling onto the bed next to me, wrapped in a fluffy towel. “Whatcha doing?”

At that exact moment my phone goes off with a message, so I choose to answer that first. It’s a text message from an unsaved number, which makes my eyebrows pull down. I swipe on my phone to open the message, my breath getting caught in my throat, my heart stopping.

I just stare at it in disbelief, unable to believe she’s really texting me.

I finally take a breath, which comes out like a gasp, and Summer leans into my airspace to look at my phone.

(212) 555-7820:Olivia, I would like to see you now that you’re back in the city. Lunch at Michaels, 2 o’clock. Xo, Mom.

“What the fuck?” Summer breathes, her mouth inches from mine when she turns her head to look at me.

My heart is racing, pounding, throbbing in my chest like it’s beating against a drum. The blood in my veins has turned ice cold. I can’t breathe.

I haven’t spoken to my parents in four fucking years, why now?

Why reach out to me now? After everything they’ve done to me?

No.

I’m not going.

“Olivia,” Summer’s voice breaks through my anxiety attack. I turn to look at her, “What the fuck?”

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