whispers in my ear so only I can hear him. “She also squealed like a whore while I fucked her.”
Thwak!
I feel my knuckles crack against his nose before I realize that I actually hit him. My arms are moving, everything is going in slow motion. I can see Gil's face, his nose is bleeding, but he isn't fazed by it.
He's trying to wrap his arm around my head, and get me in a headlock, but I'm not giving him a chance. Sweeping his feet out from under him, we're on the floor, wrestling each other.
Frank is trying to break us up. I can hear him yelling over me, “Dude! Enough! Not here! Save it for the ring!”
There's nothing he can do.
Gil and I tangle on floor, I'm aiming for where it hurts; his face. Fuck this guy. Who the hell does he think he is? Even if he did sleep with her at some point, he has some nerve talking about her like that.
Dropping an elbow on his face, I feel his teeth as they slice my arm and his jaw as it cracks under my weight. I'm breathing heavy, lost in this state of complete rage.
All I see is red.
Rolling across the floor, Gil ends up on my chest. He tries to throw a punch, but I'm able to move my head out of the way. His knuckles hit the hard floor, and it gives me a chance to slip out from under him.
Standing quickly, Gil's on his knees, and he turns to look at me over his shoulder. With one swift kick, I knock his face around to his other shoulder and watch as his eyes cloud up.
“Get on the ground! Put your hands behind your back!” The voices come in fast and loud. “Get on the ground!”
The weight of ten men are on my back, hands are grabbing my arms and tearing them behind my back, and my legs are restrained so I can't struggle.
“What the fuck! Let me up! I didn't do anything!”
“Stop resisting! Stop resisting!”
I'm confused, I don't recognize the voices, I can't quite focus on what they're actually saying, and my brain is slow to process all the words.
Gil had gotten one good hit in and there's a chance I have a concussion from it. He isn't the best fighter in the world, but everyone has the opportunity to land a good shot once in a great while.
The fucking cops. . . Damn it!
I need to explain myself, if they just hear that this all a misunderstanding and we actually know each other, they should let me go. This isn't two strangers duking it out over something stupid. We're two people who have known each other for years, grappling to take care of a disagreement.
“Listen to me!” I yell back, trying to yank my arms free. “Just listen to me!”
The cops keep screaming, over and over they yell in my ear. It's just too many voices to decipher what's being said.
Bzzzt!
“Ah! Fuck!” A surge of electricity jolts through my body, zipping from head to toe. I know what it is instantly, and it sucks.
They just fucking tazed me.
As the electric snaps turn into a dull ache, I look over and see Gil on his stomach, his hands cuffed behind his back and his nose gushing blood.
I shouldn't be happy to see him that way, but I am.
Because he doesn't have a stupid fucking smile on his face anymore, and that's the most satisfying thing I've seen all day.
I don't think he'll badmouth Sylvia anymore, that's all that matters.
The cops yank me to my feet, pushing me out of the club and into the cop car. I'm not looking forward to calling Daniel about this, he isn't going to be happy. But it was for a good reason, it was to save face for his step-daughter.
She deserves better than to be brutalized by a man and not even know it. No one's going to bad mouth her anymore. Sylvia's my woman, and I'll fight anyone who disrespects her.
People across the globe are going to know her, because she's my fiancée, and I want her to be right there beside me.
12
Sylvia
“Hello?” I ask, half awake. Scrubbing my eyes, I look over at the clock, it's three in the morning. I'm immediately irritated that someone has the nerve to call me right now, but then I'm hit with the thought that maybe something bad happened to my mother or Daniel.
My mind is all over the place, still