Roped In

“No, thanks. I can handle my own battles.” I tried to slide past him, but he side-stepped me. “So help me, if you don’t let me by, I’ll spray you with my pepper spray and kick you in the balls. Your choice.” I was ready for a fight. Blake had pissed me off so much, I was floating on adrenaline and needed a way to release my anger. Unfortunately, I didn’t have pepper spray. It was actually just hair spray. It’d burn like a bitch though.

He burst out laughing. “Feisty. I love it. You wanna show me how wild you can get? Just ten minutes with me and you’ll never want to fuck anyone else.”

I reached into my purse and grabbed the spray. “And ten minutes with me will make you unable to fuck anyone ever again.” The second he took another step toward me, I jerked out my spray and let him have it. Shouting in pain, he covered his face, making the path from my foot to his crotch a clear shot. He fell to his knees when I kicked him squarely in the balls.

“You fucking cunt!” he growled, cupping his groin. He rolled back and forth on the ground, moaning in agony.

As I stepped over him, I said, “Maybe next time, you’ll make the right decision.”

Blake ran up to me, then saw the guy on the floor. “What the fuck is going on?”

The room started to spin. Blake grabbed my arm to steady me. “Dumbass over there wouldn’t let me by. He went on and on about fucking me, and some other stupid shit. I told him if he didn’t get out of my way, he’d pay the consequence. He didn’t listen.”

Eyes blazing, he pulled me out of the darkened corner and back to the bar where Tyla sat. When she saw us, she gasped and got to her feet. “What’s going on?”

Blake pushed me into a seat. “Keep her out of the way.”

“Damn, he’s pissed,” the guy beside Tyla said. He had sparkling blue eyes and whitish blond hair.

Tyla put a hand on his shoulder. “Anna, this is Sebastian. We were wondering where you ran off to.”

Before I could reply, all hell broke loose. Blake disappeared to the back and came out, dragging the guy across the floor by his neck.

Wide-eyed, Tyla sat back down. “Oh shit. Did Trent do something to you?”

“He said he wanted to fuck me and then I kicked him in the balls. I thought I handled it just fine.” Everyone stood back and watched as Blake kicked the front door open and pushed Trent outside. “What is he going to do?” I asked, knowing very well what was about to happen.

Sebastian finished his drink and stood. “He’s going to fuck him up. Around here, you don’t mess with another man’s girl.” He started for the door, pushing his way through the crowd.

“Where are you going?” Tyla shouted.

“To keep Evans from killing that worthless bastard.”

Everyone rushed outside, but I didn’t know if I wanted to see. Blake’s eyes had gotten so dark they almost looked inhuman. He was a dangerous man, a man who had killed people before. I was afraid to know what all he’d be capable of.





Blake

Singleton wiped the blood from his lip and laughed. “How does it feel to know I touched your girl? Serves you right for messing with mine.”

His hands on her was all I could fucking see in my mind. I poked my finger as hard as I could against his chest. “Touch her again and see what I do.” Turning on my heel, I walked away. I’d dragged him outside to kick his ass, but he wasn’t even worth it. I was about to walk inside the bar when he stopped me with his chuckle.

“That bitch would’ve loved it,” he chided. “I can just imagine, lifting that little dress of hers and fucking her raw. I think I’ll go for it next time, she doesn’t know how good she could have it.”

Everything inside me snapped. I wanted to be the bigger man and walk away, but I couldn’t. Instead, I tackled him to the ground, pounding my fists into his face. Blood spurt out of his nose, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to pay, to get it through his fucking head he was never going to touch her again.

“Evans, stop!” a voice yelled. Three pairs of hands pried me away. Tyla’s friend, Sebastian, let me go. “What the fuck? Are you trying to kill him?”

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