Page 73 of The Blackened Blade

Now I’m no gentleman, far from it in fact, and I usually couldn’t give two fucks about the shit others did around me, but something about those two pricks surrounding her made the dark little voice in my head screammurder.

I grab the railing with my other hand, ready to jump up the floor in one swift move and take some sweet retribution, when suddenly I hear a crash and hard grunt.

I freeze and look up.

The sneering prick is no longer smiling, he's bent over gasping for air, his eyes wide and face now pale.

The other asshole grabs Red from behind, but in one quick move, she thrusts her head back and slams it into his nose.Beautiful.

Blood splatters down his face as he falls back and wails in pain.Little bitch.

I watch on as Red crouches over dickhead number one who's still gasping on the floor.

“You think you can do whatever you want, don’t you?” She grabs him by the chin, forcing him to meet her face. “Well not anymore.”

She grips him tighter, her voice almost a low growl. “That littleruseof yours stops now. Or the only drinks you’ll be sipping, will be through a straw.Permanently.Am I clear?”

He whimpers, nodding his head. And I have to bite back the small groan wanting to leave my lips. I shift to the side and adjust the growing boner in my pants.

Red wasseriouslyhot when she was angry. AndfuckI wasn’t into S&M, but the thought of those narrowed eyes and plump lips uttering orders, or those tiny hands scraping across my chest drawing blood…yep, I was hard.

Shuffling and groans from above me pull me back from my thoughts, just in time to hear a door close.

“Fucking whore.” Prick number two bites out while holding his bloody nose.

Or should I call himunlucky number two? ‘Cause neither of these dickheads were walking out of this hallway without either of their bones broken or blood seeping from every pore.

I saunter up the steps, a dark grin stretching my lips.

“What do we have here?”

They must know shits about to happen, ‘cause when they see my face they both go pale and silent, the little whites of their eyes beginning to shake as I close in on them.

I look toward prick number two's hands, the ones he used to grab Red.

Well,they'regonna have to be broken.

Who the fuck did he think he was to be touching her in the first place?

“Unfortunately for you boys,” I crack my knuckles as they both gulp. “You fucked with the wrooong one today.”

They open their mouths to protest, just as I lunge toward them, slamming my fist from face to face, everything blurring around me as their blood coats my hands.

Seems school wouldn’t be as boring as I thought.Especially with Red around to play with.

CHAPTER 20

MICAI

After the dance on Friday, everything went back to normal. Most of the students went home late after the dance and arrived back on Sunday evening for our classes today. Nobody even mentioned a beast attack.

I head toward Mr. Finch’s classroom, after just having dealt with two blockheads trying to corner me in the stairway. It seems Adam wasn’t too happy with being stood up.

Funny how he still tried to go in that condition. Or was it all just talk, trying to make me feel some sort of guilt toward him?A wasted effort.

His face was twisted in frustration as he talked, his complexion pale with black bags under his eyes, probably from lack of sleep,or scratching.

He rambled on about me ‘owing him’ and how I ruined his night. That I should have been grateful he was even willing to take someone so pathetic, with such a bad reputation.

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