Fighting For Hope (Worth the Fight #1) - Olivia T. Turner Page 0,6
his eyes rolling into the back of his head before his limp body hits the ground. I quickly step over him and head for the exit.
“Hey!” I shout when I see them rushing across the neighbor’s lawn.
My girl turns and makes eye contact with me, but her boyfriend starts running. My teeth grit when I see him dragging her along behind him.
I sprint over and catch up to them easily.
Her wide blue eyes are staring at me and all I can think about is taking off her glasses to see if her stunning eyes are really as blue as they look.
“What do you want?” the guy asks. What was his name? Sean or Scott? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. He’ll be dead really soon for holding my girl’s wrist like that. “You already got the prize money.”
“But I didn’t get the real prize,” I say as I turn back to look at her. “Let go of her. Now.”
He just keeps pulling toward the road. Away from me.
I can’t control my temper any longer. I lunge on him and wrap my hand around his neck, squeezing until my forearm burns.
He finally lets go of her and tries to peel my hand off his throat, but it’s not going anywhere.
“Let go of my brother!” she screams as she jumps on my arm too.
Brother?
My fingers loosen their insane grip and he pushes out of my grasp. This is her brother? Thank God…
Her delicate hands are still on my arm and it sends warm shivers racing through my body. I want to feel her hands everywhere. I want to feel those luscious pink lips everywhere too.
“I didn’t know he was your brother,” I tell her. “I didn’t like the way he was grabbing you.”
“He’s just overprotective,” she says as she looks up at me with a shy look. Her cheeks are all pink and the sight of the sexy color is getting me rock hard. “I was supposed to wait in the car.”
“This place is too dangerous for her,” the guy says with a scratchiness to his voice that wasn’t there before. Probably from my grip squeezing his Adam’s apple.
“I agree,” I say as I stare at her in awe. She shouldn’t be anywhere near this place or these people. She looks so innocent and out of place here that I want to lock her in my house where she can never get out. “What’s your name?”
“Hope,” she says in the sweetest voice imaginable.
“Don’t tell him!” her brother snaps. “We don’t know who this guy is.”
“I’m Nathan, but everyone calls me Nate.”
Her cheeks go even pinker as I slide my hand into hers and shake it.
“This is my brother Scott, but you met him already,” she says.
Scott doesn’t like me touching his sister, but he better get used to it. I’m going to touch this girl every chance I can get.
Eventually, when it’s clear that I’m not letting go, he grabs our wrists and breaks our hands apart.
“Get in the car, Hope,” he snaps.
My teeth grit together as I turn to him with a warning look. “You get in the car,” I say in a low dominant voice. “I want to talk to Hope for a minute.”
He looks up at me with a frustrated look and then storms off after Hope tells him that she’ll be okay.
“Sorry about him,” she says to me when it’s just the two of us on the lawn. “He’s just upset that he didn’t get the prize money.”
Her eyes drop to the ground as I study her closer. There’s a thick scratch on her glasses and her clothes look like they’ve been worn for a few days in a row. They still look incredible on her, but they look a little worn in.
“What did he need the money for?” It’s starting to dawn on me that she might have been relying on the prize money too.
“You know…” she says, trailing off. “Stuff.”
“Like food?”
She just shrugs.
“Take it,” I say as I grab the full hundred dollars and stuff it into her hand.
She looks up at me with wide shocked eyes. I can tell she’s not used to having people do nice things for her. She’s going to have to get used to it with me, because I’m going to take care of her properly.
“I can’t,” she says as she tries to give the money back.
I glance down at her hand with the crumpled up bills. My eyes dart to her round tits and I suck in a breath. Fuck,