Fighting Fate (Fighting #7)

“Thanks.”

I move to my Jeep that’s parked illegally across the street. With the thing stripped down without a top or doors, I easily lay her in the back. I contemplate strapping her in, but decide against it. It’s a short drive to her place and…shit. How the hell am I going to get her into her place? There are no pockets in her pants for keys, and I didn’t see her purse anywhere near the bed. I turn back to the house, but ripping the place apart to find her shit would mean leaving her out here alone.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I mumble and prop my hands on my hips.

Guess that only leaves one alternative.





Three





Killian





The closer I get to my place, the more pissed I become.

Why would Axelle put herself in this situation at a party, and where the hell was her fuckhead boyfriend?

She has a B average in her classes—which is impressive seeing as she hardly ever studies—so I know she’s not stupid. But something about her personality, it’s like being around dumb people making jackass decisions rubs off on her. She hitches her cart to the biggest fucking loser and sits back oblivious while he takes her for a ride.

I pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex and slide into a spot. It’s student living and most days the lot is full, but Friday nights are pretty dead around here. The entire complex consists of studio apartments, which keeps things fairly quiet. Hard to have a rager in 500 square feet.

Not that I give a crap. I sleep, study, eat, and shower here. It’s paid for with my academic scholarship money, close to school, and anything is better than living with my mom.

Axelle’s out cold, her mouth wide open, and damn if her snore isn’t adorable.

I pull her out and into my arms. She struggles a little, her hands pressing against my chest.

“Ax, it’s okay. It’s me.”

Her eyes pop open, and she peers up at me then around the parking lot, her eyes landing on my hand that’s cradling her legs and gripping her thigh. “Why are we at your place, and why are you carrying me?”

“You mean it isn’t obvious?”

She answers with a glare.

“You’re nice and fucked up, passed out alone. Better I take you home and take advantage of you in private than allow some piece of shit to fuck you, right?” My teeth grit together as I force back a full-blown angry speech on responsibility.

Her glare tightens and she kicks out of my hold. I allow her to slide from my arms and hold her steady while she finds her balance. She pushes me off. “I’m not that fucked up, Kill. I’m just tired.”

I step into her space, wanting to grab her and shake the stupid from her brilliant brain. She backs up until she hits my Jeep, her eyes shining with defiance. “I found you in his bed. Alone. You were so out of it I carried you through the party, brought you outside to my car, and drove you home without you even knowing.”

Her mask slips and genuine fear flickers behind her deep blue eyes.

“Let me ask you something.” I clench my fists. “How much do you think you would’ve been able to take before you’d come to, huh? Some asshole’s fingers? Maybe his mouth? Or do you think it’d take him shoving his dick inside you to wake you up?”

“Shut up!”

“Stop acting like a rebellious teenager and start taking care of yourself!”

“I only had a couple drinks!”

I cringe and step back, shaking my head. “That’s what you always say. Stop lying to me, Ax. Grow the fuck up.”

She gasps, but tears shine in her eyes. Dammit. I don’t want to make her cry, but she doesn’t understand what would happen to me if something bad happened to her. Not only does she mean more to me than anyone else on the fucking planet, but I owe Blake and Jonah my life, and they’ve made it clear that when I’m around Axelle she’s my responsibility. Fuck, if anything happened to her on my watch, I’d beg them to beat my ass, not that I’d have to.

“Where’s my purse?” She pats her hips and ass. “My phone?”

I shrug. “No clue.”

She chews her lip. “Mindy.” Her hand rubs at her forehead. “My purse is in Mindy’s car.”

“I didn’t see Mindy there.”

“She’s probably somewhere with Ryder or that football guy.” A groan falls from her lips. “She has my keys too.”

“Come on. You can stay here. Call Mindy and tell her you’re safe and you’ll be home in the morning.”

“Yes, mother.” She stomps past me and I grin at her back.

This woman and her damn mouth.

*





Axelle





Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I’m such an idiot. Killian’s right. What I did tonight was irresponsible. I know better! But it’s not like Clifford or any of his friends would take advantage of me…right? A wave of fear crashes over me, causing me to shiver.

“Cold?”