bring back old memories.”
My hand reaches up and sends a stinging slap across his face. Dick move. I open my mouth to explain myself and then decide on the fact that he doesn’t deserve it. I turn for the doorknob, but he catches my shoulder.
“I didn’t mean it that way, Darby.”
I struggle with the doorknob until it finally clicks open and turn to him. “Maybe not, Rhett, but you were sure quick to throw it in my face. I’d never do that to you.”
I slam the door in his face and trot down the back hall until I reach the dressing room. It’s still buzzing with women’s naked bodies, women fucking each other, and the booze flowing around. I’m thankful for the environment since nobody notices me when I walk in, throw on some clothes and exit just as hastily.
“Darby.” Rhett’s leaning up against a wall in the dark hall.
I hold up a hand to him and keep walking. He grasps my wrist in his palm.
“Let go of me, Rhett.” I stare into his eyes.
He tightens his hold and begins speaking. “Darby, listen…”
“Let. Go. Of. Me. Rhett.” I inch closer to his face. “At least they never touched me or threw shit in my face.”
My venom hits him hard, he steps back, holding up his hands, and lets me walk right past him. I ignore every inclination to turn to him, letting him know just how much I hate him in this very fucking moment. Nobody could slice me in half just like he did. Not even my dad.
I throw my shit into my junker car and then flop into the driver’s seat.
“Fuck!”
The four-letter word vibrates up my vocal chords and echoes off the glass in my car. My damn keys are behind the bar with Kip. Vibration runs up my arm as I slam the door shut and march back into the club on a mission to nab my keys and get the hell out of there. The crowd is even more packed than before with standing room only and with one quick glance to the stage I know why, the main attraction is stark naked and doing very naughty things to herself.
I don’t even pay attention to the bodies I shove past until I’m at the end of the bar. I snake around behind and find my keys exactly where I put them every weekend when watching Rhett. A loud squeal catches my attention and that’s when a shit night turns into “a going to jail” type of night. Blonde hair flies wildly, with a bared back to me, it’s the whore straddling someone. It takes my eyes a few seconds to realize exactly who she is straddling and rubbing her titites on.
When she swivels her head to glare over her shoulder at me, I see the face perfectly. Rhett. She’s straddling Rhett.
I react before even realizing what’s going on. I hear Kip in the background hollering my name and telling me Rhett was shoving her off, but none of that fucking matters. The asshole can cut me down at the knees and then have this fucking slut on him? Not in my world, he doesn’t.
My fist clutches onto a handful of hair and I smile knowing this bitch is going down at the mercy of my fists tonight. I pull back harder than I’ve yanked before and enjoy the sound of her skin slapping the hardwood floor. The skank is only in a thong. I take a second to glance up to Rhett before spitting down on the whore.
She fights to get up but I’m faster, having the upper hand in this fucking tango. I swing hard connecting with her jaw, laying her back out on the floor, and then I fall down next to her while raining hell on her. With each swing I connect to her face, hearing an amazing crunching sound. She fights back but is only able to get a fistful of my hair.
I don’t give in even when the sound of bones breaking fills the air, blood flies, and someone behind starts taking cheap shots of their own on my own body. I hear Rhett and Kip yelling, but don’t let it stop me. I’m finally at the whore’s ear and have words of mine to relay to her.
“Rhett thinks you’re a whore. Don’t you dare touch him again.”
It kills me not to tell her that Rhett is mine, but in this moment I’m so incredibly pissed off at the entire world,