“Jesus, Royal. It’s your little bitch of a stepsister, Noelle. Happy?” The way she spoke of Noelle antagonized me. I shoved from the railing, pissed that I had to pry the information out of Sasha, and even more pissed that Noelle had come even after I told her not to.
“Is this the part where you run off and rescue her?” I wanted to strangle the hell out of Sasha, but ignored her comment while I descended the stairs without hesitation. I stopped at the second to last step, scanning the crowd. My fists tightened in rage as my eyes clashed with Dom’s from across the room. A smirk marred his face as he wrapped his scuzzy arm around a sexy girl with sunshine colored hair.
Noelle. My Noelle.
“Oh, fuck no!” I bellowed out, jumping from the stairs and landing feet first on the floor. Pain radiated up my legs, but I kept moving as I shoved through the mass of bodies, sweat and the smell of alcohol filling my nostrils almost instantly.
Panic filled me as I pushed through the masses, losing sight of Noelle and Dom almost instantly. There were too many people here, making it harder to tell people apart. Air filtered into my lungs. I would kill him if he hurt her. The thought popped in my head, and I had no time to recognize what it meant. All I wanted to do was find her and leave. The fight didn’t matter anymore, nor did the money that was placed on it. All that mattered was protecting Noelle.
Mine. The alpha in me told me what I needed to do. That I needed to find her, throw her over my shoulder, and take her back home ravishing her sweet ass the whole way, proving just how in charge I was.
“Noelle!” I called out her name, the panic in my voice rising as I shoved through the rest of the crowd, coming out on the other side where her and Dom were just standing minutes ago. Where the hell did she go, and why didn’t she listen to me?
God, why the fuck did she have to decide tonight would the night to be rebellious?
As I looked around the room, my eyes snagged on her best friend Jordan sitting in the kitchen on the granite countertop. Quickly making my way over to her, I stopped directly in front of where she was, grabbing firmly onto her shoulders and bringing her face up to mine.
“Where is Noelle?” I ordered, roughly shaking her, and forcing her to look at me and focus on what I was saying. She startled, sucking in a breath before speaking. She smelt like a bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Mmmmm…. Fuckboy?” She squinted her eyes as if she couldn’t really tell who I was at first.
“What?” I was so fucking confused. “Fuckboy? You have got to be kidding me,” I huffed out, getting more frustrated with each second that passed. I should’ve known she would be of no help to me, when she was already ten sheets to the wind.
“Noelle’s phone, your name is Fuckboy.” She giggled and hiccupped, excusing herself with another bout of laughter. I could barely understand her as her words slurred together all becoming one. I took a deep breath in through my nose and exhaled it out of my mouth trying to calm myself.
You’ll find her.
The thought of anything happening to her lit my body on fire.
I was seconds away from coming unhinged, my body temperature was rising, and the need to destroy something becoming stronger. Noelle was going to fucking kill me if she didn’t make an appearance here shortly.
“Jordan,” I growled her name, “I need you to think really hard, really fucking hard on where you think she could be.” I wasn’t above pleading to find her. Noelle was too good for a place like this, surrounded by a bunch of drunk idiots that could easily take advantage of her. We both knew there was no way I was going to let that happen to her.
She was mine, every last drop of pure innocence that radiated from her.
Jordan’s movements were wobbly as she lifted a finger placing it against her nose. “She likessss youuuuu, you knowwww?” Again her words were slurred. I wasn’t sure this was even worth it. It only seemed to be adding to the anger I was already feeling.
I exhaled. “That’s not what I asked you, Jordan! Please focus; just think. Please.” I released my hold on Jordan long ago, afraid that if I didn’t I would squeeze the life out of her. Now my fingers gripped the edge of the counter, looking out the French doors that opened up into the back yard. There was a large crowd that started to form outside.
This chick needed a glass of water. She was far too wasted to be of any use to me and was probably a danger to everyone here, including herself. Walking over to the stainless steel fridge, I yanked open the door and found a few bottles of cold water. I grabbed three of them and brought them back over to Jordan.
“Here, drink these. You’re plastered and need to sober up.” I done my one good deed of the day, and now I needed to find Noelle.
“No, and I know what you asked, Fuckboy. I’m just telling you that she L.I.K.E.S…” she spelt the words out and poked me in the chest. “You.” I was frustrated, irritated, and annoyed beyond disbelief. I grabbed one of the water bottles that I had placed next to her, and twisted the cap off, shoving the water into one of her hands.