Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,88
a handful of mom’s and their babies, they all suddenly burst out laughing at something one of them says and their laughter is so infectious I can’t help but grin. I look away before I get caught staring like a weirdo. When my eyes land on the last table, their eyes are already on me and my grin falls. The guy makes it obvious that he’s checking me out and then winces dramatically when his eyes land on my face. Throughout the whole day Elena and Dom didn’t bring any attention to my face at all and it was so refreshing.
The guy turns to his friends and says something making them laugh as they glance at me. I roll my eyes and shoot him an unimpressed look as I turn back around. Fucking dickhead.
“What do you want, Firecracker?” Luc asks.
“Salted caramel latte, please?” I reply.
Luc gives the barista our orders and we step to the side to wait for them. Luc squeezes my hand gently and I glance up at him.
“Remember what I said back home?”
“You’ll never take it back if you offer to pay for something, I know. I didn’t even start to panic then” I reply softly.
“Good, I’m glad, Dragonfly.”
“Drinks for Luc and Ever?” The barista calls out and we step forward to thank her and take our drinks.
As we walk out of the store, I can feel eyes on me and see the guy and his two friends get up and start to follow us out.
Seriously with this shit?
“Hey baby, your guy do that to your face?” A voice calls out behind me and Luc tenses at my side.
I force him to keep walking and for his sake I hope the guy gets bored and fucks off.
“Just ignore him” I say quietly to Luc.
“It’s ok, I’d never do something like that to you baby” he chuckles and his friends join in, “I can just do you from behind until your face isn’t all gross and scabbed.”
Fuck.
“Luc . . .” I don’t get another word out.
Luc spins around and moves so fucking quickly that the douche canoe is on the floor, out cold before I can even utter another word. I grin, I love it when my guys show their darker sides. Dickheads friends slowly back off holding their hands up, their eyes wide. I chuckle as Luc watches them for a second longer casually taking a sip of his coffee, which he some how managed not to spill when he punched the guy.
That’s seriously hot.
Is it bad that violence seems to turn me on, especially when it’s done in my honour?
If it is I really don’t give a flying fuck, those are extra special because they fly.
Luc turns back around grabs my hand and leads me to truck walking me to my side before getting in himself. As he walks around the front, I notice him roll his shoulder slightly and wince, fucking idiot. He really shouldn’t have hit that guy considering he’s supposed to be taking it easy after dislocating it. It wouldn’t be an issue but Luc is what is referred to in boxing as a southpaw, he’s left handed, which means he automatically strikes out with that one first.
I’ll make him ice it and relax when we get back home.
“Are you ok?” He asks as he pulls out and starts the drive home glancing over at me concerned.
“Oh yeah I’m fine, a little turned on” I smirk as he chokes on the sip of coffee he just took and the truck swerves slightly, “but I’m fine” I finish grinning.
“Shit Ever, warn a guy before you say shit like that” he groans.
“Where would be the fun in that?”
“You really do like it when we get a bit violent huh?” He asks shooting me a heated look.
“Hey, don’t judge. I never claimed to be normal” I shrug and he chuckles quietly.
“Oh I’m not complaining in the slightest, Firecracker” he smirks.
“How’s your shoulder?” I ask raising my eyebrow and he grimaces looking back to the road.
“You caught that huh?”
“Oh yeah, and you will be icing it when we get home. No fucking arguments” I say firmly and he grins, “and the next time you throw a punch do it with your fucking right, you aren’t a novice fighter I assume you train with both?” I demand.
His grin just widens and he bites his lip like he’s trying to hold in a laugh.
“This isn’t funny, I will spar with you myself until you use your right as much