Beneath the Stars (Falling Stars #4) - A.L. Jackson Page 0,5
glass.
Maggie was suddenly standing at my side.
A soft hand landed on my arm.
A balm tugging me from the daze.
“Rhys…” Her voice was soft. Calming. Like the girl could touch me in the darkness. “I was just telling him I was here with someone. It’s okay. Let’s just go, okay? It’s okay.”
My brow pinched, and I sucked in a breath, and I shoved him off while I warred with the need to go for him.
To end this now.
Keeping one eye on the asshole, I dug into my wallet and pulled out a few bills to cover the tab. I tossed them onto the table then jammed a finger in his direction. “Stay the fuck away from us.”
“Funny, I could say the same.”
It was a flat-out threat.
I fought to ignore the weight of it, and instead, sent his pompous ass a parting glare as I grabbed Maggie’s hand to haul her out.
I didn’t make it a foot before his words struck me from behind, “Who is she, Rhys? Tonight’s fuck or does she have a name? Hmmm…I think she has a name, doesn’t she? I saw her getting out of your car. What would she think if she knew?”
I was on him before I realized I’d even made the move.
Blinded.
A boiling fury that covered all reason.
A rage that extinguished all sight.
He was wearing that superior smile when I grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face against the tabletop.
I should have taken that expression as a warning, but I was feeling too much satisfaction in the sound of his nose crunching on the wood.
The table shook, and our empties toppled and crashed to the floor.
Glass shattered as I gave in to the intent of shattering the bastard’s face. Fisting two hands in the back of his shirt, I flipped him over.
Blood spurted from his nose, streamed down around his mouth, and dripped from his chin.
“She’s no one. No one.” The harrowed words rasped from my throat as I threw another punch.
Fist after fist.
Each blow harder than the last.
I devolved into incoherency.
Fell into insanity.
Like I could pound Maggie’s face from his brain.
Spare her from the misery of who I was.
The fucker just grinned beneath the blows.
His white teeth smeared with blood.
I could almost feel the stakes of what I’d said impale her.
But I had to do it.
Couldn’t risk it.
Couldn’t afford it.
Hadn’t I already known what being around her was gonna do?
On a groan, the prick slumped to the ground. But he was still grinning, already sure of the result.
He’d achieved exactly what he’d set out to do.
I dropped to my knees, gasping for a breath that I couldn’t find. The music was dead, and every person in the place had gathered around to get a firsthand peek at the carnage of happy-go-lucky me.
Rhys-motherfucking-Manning.
Most of them were recording or snapping pictures.
Fuck. My eyes raced for the girl.
The girl who was twenty feet away where she’d been dragged back by a bouncer. He had his hands on her shoulders to keep her out of the fray. My wary gaze tangled with those charcoal eyes that were etched in hurt and confusion.
“I’m sorry,” I mouthed.
Two more bouncers broke through.
“Don’t fuckin’ move.”
One of them grabbed me from behind and dragged me back.
I didn’t fight it.
Just let him push me facedown to the sticky floor with my arms pinned behind my back.
Didn’t know how long he held me there until sirens could be heard from outside. The sea parted when officers and paramedics descended on the scene.
They put me in cuffs and yanked me to my feet.
Maggie stared at me.
Hurt and helpless.
Regret lanced through my chest.
I wanted to go to her.
Tell her I was sorry.
That I didn’t mean what I’d said.
But it was for the best.
It was for the best.
I didn’t even know why I’d wondered it.
It was inevitable.
I destroyed the good.
Broke the beautiful.
I’d known it from the beginning, hadn’t I?
Except I was the road that shouldn’t be traveled. I was the dead end. I was the disaster waiting up ahead, and she was the one who didn’t have the first clue.
And I refused to be the downfall of Maggie Penelope.
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Maggie
Six Months Later
Once a bad boy, always a bad boy?
It would seem so for Rhys Manning, the bassist of Carolina George, record giant Stone Industries’ latest musical lovechild. Manning is scheduled to be in court late next month on charges of assault and disorderly conduct against a patron at a local bar in his hometown of Dalton, South Carolina.