Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2)(6)By: K.C. Lynn
The bitch has been annoying the fuck out of me all night.
“What do you want?” I ask, my tone bored as I look above her head, seeking out the one girl who has invaded my every thought tonight.
Her hand moves to my chest as she presses her fake tits against my arm. “Come home with me.”
I finally meet her gaze. “Been there, done that. Remember, Steph?”
She gives me a seductive smile. “I’ve never forgotten. We could have that again if you give us half a chance.”
I don’t think so. Not now, not ever.
“I’ll pass… Just like the last fifty times.”
Ignoring her scoff, I continue on and go search for the other girl who drives me crazy but in a completely different way. I look for wavy blonde hair and long toned legs that are meant to be wrapped around a man’s waist. Not mine of course. No fucking way. No matter how much my dick wants her and her peach scent.
It will never happen.
Unable to find her anywhere, I head up to the bar where Zoey is. “Hey, where’s Sam?”
She quirks a brow at me. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because I need to talk to her.”
She eyes me for a solid minute, clearly not trusting my intention.
Can’t say I blame her.
“I told her to go home,” she finally answers. “She seemed off. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Jase?”
Yeah, I know something but it’s not what she’s thinking.
Instead of telling her that, I offer my thanks then move for the door, unable to shake this feeling in my gut. Sparkling green eyes flash in my head, eyes that were wide with terror not even an hour ago. I don’t care how much she played that shit off. I know what I saw. She was fucking terrified of whoever that douche bag in the expensive suit was.
Stepping out into the warm night air, I scan the parking lot, hoping to catch her.
“Get in the car, now!”
“No. I told you we’re through, Grant. Now, leave me alone.”
Recognizing her shaky voice, I dart left, my strides quick but not fast enough. The moment I turn the corner, I hear the smack. It echoes through the air as her face snaps to the side, her hand resting against her delicate cheek.
What the fuck?
I’m stunned for only a second. Rage pumps ruthlessly through my veins, putting me in motion. My feet pound the cement, matching the furious rhythm of my heartbeat. Charging past Sam, I take him to the ground. My fists are hard and fast as I deliver blow after blow to his face, feeling the tiny bones shatter.
“How do you like it, asshole?” I grind out, relentless with every hit.
“Jase, stop!” Sam’s voice is distant, echoing in my ears along with the rage that has consumed me. “Please. You’re going to kill him!”
Her cry of fear finally penetrates the angry haze that surrounds me. Stopping my blows, I fist his dress shirt and yank his mangled face up to mine, my chest heaving with fury. “If you ever come near her again, I’ll fucking kill you.”
One eye glares up at me, the other one already swollen shut, but it gives me no satisfaction. He deserves so much more.
“This isn’t your business,” he spits out, blood sputtering from his mouth in the process.
“I’ve made it my business. Don’t fuck with her again or next time I won’t let you walk away.”
Releasing his shirt, I allow Sam to pull me back. After he struggles to his feet, his attention strays to Sam. I step in front of her, blocking his view. “Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and finish you now.”
He straightens his suit as if this gives him a measure of dignity before climbing into his Lexus and driving off.
I turn back to Sam, her hand resting against her cheek once again.
“Let me see.” I reach for her wrist but she backs away.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she breathes shakily, not sounding okay at all. I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince herself or me.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, a little frantically, and it’s not long before the first sob shatters from her chest. Covering her face with her hands, I watch her shoulders tremble, her pain gutting me from the inside out. This time when I reach for her she doesn’t back away. My arms engulf her delicate body as she buries her face in my chest, soaking my shirt with her tears.