Page 11 of A Hurt So Good

“I’m sorry, sir. We’re completely backed up. You’re lucky your sister got a room and not a hallway,” she adds. I nod my head but don’t thank her. She didn’t really do shit. I watch her walk away, noting her ass in the tight scrubs she has on before taking my place back in the chair.

I get back on my phone and click through social media and check messages, but there’s nothing of interest aside from the guys writing me back, saying let them know when I hear something. That’ll be another two fucking hours around this shit hole.

I close my eyes and lay my head back on the back of the chair, listening to everything around me. It’s noisy as hell back here. You can hear kids crying and adults yelling. Lifting my head, I watch the nurses as they move from bay to bay. There aren’t rooms back here only a curtain separating the beds.

I spot a hot little nurse across the room and eye her up and down. She isn’t bad looking, and she must have her shit togetherto be a nurse. Not someone who would be interested in me, that’s for damn sure, but I know if I wanted to hit that, I could. It’s just a fact.

I keep my eyes on her as she makes her way around the room before my eyes grow heavy. I still have to go to work later tonight, and I haven’t slept all damn day.

Finally, I let sleep pull me under.

Chapter 7

Warren

The party is in full swing as Harlon and I lounge on one of the couches. Some redhead is straddling his lap and grinding on him while he sucks on her neck. I smirk and bring my joint to my lips as I take in the scene.

There are a lot of people I know here, but also some new faces. I keep my eye on a few of them, not knowing what they’re doing here. A hot little blonde walks up and sits down next to me. She’s clearly drunk off her ass and looking for a good time. Too bad she isn’t going to find it with me.

“Hey, War,” she slurs as I turn my head to look at her.

“How do you know my name?”

“Everyone knows your name,” she smiles. She starts to reach for over to put her hand on me, but I quickly slap it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you want to have a little fun?” She moves in to do it again, and this time, I snap. I shove her hand away and grab her jaw roughly in my hand, squeezing.

“I said, don’t touch me. Do I look like I want to have fun with you?” I ask her, squeezing until I see tears leaking down her cheeks. She shakes her head as best she can with the grip I have on her. “Then don’t put your fucking hands on me again, or I will cut them off and hand-deliver them to your mom.” Her eyes widen as I release my hold. She moves quickly, getting up and rushing across the room.

“You could ease up a little,” Harlon tells me. I turn my head and look at him over my shoulder before shaking my head.

“You have to give these bitches boundaries, Har. If you don’t, they think they can do whatever they want.”

“By trying to fuck you?” he asks confused.

“Something like that.” With that, I turn back to my joint and bring it back to my lips. I don’t know how long we sit here when I see someone coming toward us. Harlon sees him, too.

“Oh shit. He looks pissed,” Harlon says, shoving the girl off his lap and standing as I stand. I cross my arms over my chest as the man comes closer, anger in his eyes. The closer he gets, the more I know this is going to end badly. For him, anyway.

“You put your hands on my sister?” The man roars before slamming his hands into my chest, attempting to shove me back a step. Too bad that doesn’t work.

“Fuck, man. Why do you want to ruin a good party?” Harlon asks him. He turns his gaze to Har and smiles.

“You want some of this too?” he asks. Harlon chokes out a laugh which seems to piss the guy off a little more. The dude raises his hand in the air and motions for someone as we watch. I lean around him, unamused, and see two more guys walking over.

“Three of you? That’s all you got?” I ask him. The other two step up next to him, and I almost laugh in their faces.

“You put your hands on my sister, and now I’m going to beat your ass,” he tells me once more.

“Little blondie, is your sister?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Next time, keep the little whore off my cock,” I tell him before I pull back and swing. Harlon’s ready. He moves as soon as I do. I don’t know what it is about fighting that I love. I’ve been like this since I was younger. It allows me to let off some steam, but it also gives me a rush. Not to mention, I get to hit assholes who think they can hurt me.

Fists fly through the air as people gather around to watch, just like fucking high school. You hear them cheering and carrying on, but I focus on the task at hand. Beating this guy’s ass.

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