Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,119
to call in Rage?”
“Nah but let him know what’s going on. Tell him to cover it up there though and I’ll be back soon” he orders finally, turning his back to Quinn and looking directly at me, his body still shaking with barely controlled rage but I see the panic in his eyes, he genuinely thought I had been seriously hurt and he doesn’t know how to process that. Still on a high from the fight I do the first thing that comes to my mind, I run at him.
I just grin as I jump and Atlas catches me effortlessly. I grab his face between my hands and stare into his beautiful blue eyes before I can say anything I’m interrupted by Quinn.
“What the fuck!” he exclaims, “how is that happening right now! He didn’t freeze or get violent or anything.”
“That’s Ever for you man, wait until you hear what she calls him. We were threatened with bodily harm if we even attempted it” Riot tells him as he helps himself to another beer.
“Unbelievable” Quinn mutters.
“Atty,” I say for good measure and hear Quinn choke behind me, Atlas watches me warily, “I’m ok really. I can handle myself. That was pretty fucking hot though” I add, the guys chuckle behind me as Quinn sputters again and Atlas’s eyes widen, he looks so damn cute that I can’t help myself and I lean forward kissing him thoroughly.
“How are you not running in fear from me right now? I nearly killed him and you have to understand Princess,” he starts before he gets interrupted.
“Holy fucking shit Atlas, Princess?” Quinn says and I feel like I’m definitely missing something, Atlas shoots him a harsh glare which has Quinn raising his hands in defence and backing through a door behind the bar no doubt to do as Atlas asked and call Dom and Ren.
Whoever the fuck they are.
“I would have killed him if there wasn’t something bigger going on here” Atlas continues as if the interruption had never happened.
I study his features carefully taking my time to answer as he rests my ass on the bar, I don’t let him step back from me though when he tries and he glances at me in question.
“Was he innocent?” I ask, well aware I have all of the guys attention now.
“No, not only did he hit you but Quinn warned me that he’s been slipping things into girls drinks” he growls harshly.
My eyes widen as what he leaves unsaid sinks in and red taints my vision, I push Atlas back and his expression falls before he catches sight of my face and he looks truly shocked by the level of rage I’m carrying right now.
I hop down from the bar, grabbing a drink from the table as I pass it on the way towards the worthless piece of shit passed out on the floor.
“Angel, what are you . . .” Jensen starts to ask, I interrupt him with a quick kiss before my rage propels me forward.
I throw the drink over the battered face of the asshole on the floor and he splutters and groans as he comes round.
“Sweetheart what did you do that for?” Trick asks sounding confused.
The door behind the bar opens and Quinn eyes the scene curiously but stays quiet.
“I wanted him to be awake for this. You guys might want to turn around” I warn them.
“What, Why?” Cash starts to question.
I don’t answer instead I bring my leg up and slam my booted foot down on his dick as hard as I possibly can. He screams in pain before he tilts his head to the side and throws up, curling into a ball with tears streaming down his pathetic features.
I wait until he’s finished before I crouch down in front of him, he looks up fearfully.
“You are fucking lucky I don’t have my knife on me or I’d fucking castrate you myself you pathetic excuse for a fucking man. If you ever lay another finger on a woman, I’ll make good on my fucking promise. Understand?” I threaten my voice hard.
He nods furiously and I smile coldly in satisfaction, I stand up and kick him in the face knocking him out again. Turning to face the room I brace myself. The guys haven’t seen this side of me before and I’m slightly worried about how they’re going to react. The room is silent as I walk back towards Atlas