Page 112 of I Promise You
Kane clenches his teeth hard. His dark blue eyes almost beamed black. I’ve never seen Kane like this.
“For now,” Kane spits his words with fire.
Oh no.
Kane clenches his fist, and I just know they’re going to kill each other. The door to the ballroom storms open and three men in their dress uniform stalk fast.
“That’s enough! Walk away from each other,” Rooker demands from a few feet away, with Lopez and a new guy I’ve never seen before next to him. He wears a black mask and pulls out a bullet from his hand, twirling it.
“What, Danny? If you can make her bleed, then so can I,” Kane tests him further.
He did not just say that.
I shake my head disapprovingly and palm my mouth to stop the gasp from escaping.
This. Is. Bad.
A fast, strong punch sends Kane to the floor, and he hisses from the pain and anger. He rubs his nose before spitting out blood. He’s on his knees, with one hand on the ground supporting his weight. He laughs wickedly, amused, and then charges Danny, pushing off the floor fast, and I feel my whole body grow even colder watching the two men I care about sincerely fight like this. I start shaking from fear. Every bit of me is stunned, and I can’t look away.
Kane tries to push him against the wall, but Danny stands his ground, his feet rooted deep on the floor as if they were cemented and unwavering. Rooker shakes his head, disappointed. He’s hesitant to step in, like he’s afraid he’ll be the one next on the floor fighting them both.
Kane swings at Danny, clocking him in the jaw, but Danny doesn’t swing back; instead, he finishes the fight.
They’re going to kill each other.
Suddenly, faster than I can blink, Danny grabs Kane by the arm, lifting him off the ground and into the air, sending his body flying over his shoulder before he slams Kane to the floor, making him land on his back hard.
Kane groans from the collision, moving slowly, and I cover my eyes.
This isn’t happening. Maybe I’m just really drunk. Maybe I’m just seeing things.
So I blink, once…twice…but nope, they’re still there. Both of them cross lines that will never again be mended.
Their brotherly friendship is wilted over, with no recovery in sight. The air we’re all breathing feels like there’s no more because it was all sucked away from their fighting and built-up feud.
Danny doesn’t let Kane take a breather. He grabs Kane by his collar and stands him up, forcing him on his feet as Kane struggles to take in air. Danny swings at his face, making Kane’s back stumble to the railing. He’s a beast that’s been awakened, and nothing and no one will be able to stop him…not even me.
“Danny, stop!” I plead. He’s going to kill Kane. He ignores me, and he continues to punch Kane in the face with fury. His knuckles are coated with Kane’s blood, and I wince. His lips are cut open, and his nose rains down red.
A deep chuckle of laughter distracts me for a split second, and I narrow my eyes at the masked man in the corner. He’s tall, just like Danny. He has the same build as him, too, but I can tell he has dark hair with the lightest gray eyes I’ve ever seen. Scars on one eye. They start above one brow, like slashes, and go underneath his eye. He looks at me while crossing his arms over his chest and winks.
He thinks this is entertaining.
I shake my head at him disapprovingly. Kane doesn’t get a chance to defend himself. Danny won’t let it happen. Kane looks disoriented with every blow to his face. Danny won’t stop, and I’m terrified of the outcome if someone doesn’t step in.
Red…so muchred. Kane might go unconscious.
Finally, Lopez and Rooker move.
Rooker immediately swings into action, getting between the two, his hands holding Danny back from further hurting Kane.
“That’s enough. You guys are going to kill each other! This is fucked.” He snarls at both of them.
“Motherfucker. We’re done,” Danny yells, rubbing his jaw and pushing Rooker’s hand away from his chest, violently.
“Yeah, we are done! But I’ll never be done with her.” Kane holds onto the railing, readjusting his posture with a bleeding nose, breathing hard. “Tell him, Ari. Tell him that you love me. Tell him about last night.”
My mouth pops open, glaring at him.
