Tame his Beast - Claire C. Riley Page 0,57

pair of balls on him, because he shook his head at me, his eyes narrowing. “You have one hour to get your things and leave.”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” I snapped, and pushed him backwards so hard that he stumbled back and fell on his ass, his little clipboard sliding along the ground.

I turned back around, coming face to face with Belle.

Her expression was full of surprise. Surprise at seeing me out of bed, surprise at seeing my naked white ass, or surprise at me assaulting Doctor fucking Collins, I wasn’t exactly sure.

I pointed right at her, my jaw twitching as I glared. “You’re fired.”

Her surprise turned to confusion. “What?”

“You deaf? I said, you’re fired.”

She scowled at me, her pert little lips pouting. “I already quit, Beast.”

“I don’t accept your resignation because I was already firing you’re ass,” I snapped.

“You’re pathetic,” she said, and turned her back on me before walking away.

I stormed after her, grabbing her shoulder and turning her back to face me. “Who do you fucking think you’re dealing with, Belle? You think I’m one of the good guys who lets people speak to him like that? You think you get to quit on me? Sending this fucking ray of sunshine to my room like I’m a kid with extra pudding and a Styrofoam motherfucking cup because I can’t be trusted? Who the fuck do you think you’re fucking with?”

I was yelling so loudly now that my head had started to hurt and I felt dizzy. Or maybe it was because I shouldn’t have been on my feet. Hell, I shouldn’t have been walking, or moving either. I should have been fucking dead. That’s what I should have been. Dead! Six feet under and rotting back into the earth with Echo in a dirt grave, my cut and my gun to keep me company.

She shook her head. “I know exactly who you are! You’re a sad little boy who pushes people away when he doesn’t get what he wants!” she yelled back.

“Fuck you!” I roared.

“Fuck you too!” she screamed, stomping her foot on the ground. “I hate you! Are you happy now? You win, okay? You pushed me away and made me hate you. You sure showed me, didn’t you, huh? Not everyone is good, and not everyone can be saved, I get it now. Lesson learned!”

She started to walk away again, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted her to care. I wanted her to argue with me. To get all feisty and backtalk the way she did sometimes. I wanted her cheeks to go red the way they did when I said something dirty to her. I didn’t want her to leave me there. I wanted her to stay.

“Happy? Why would I be happy? You just up and left me like everyone else, like you weren’t supposed to stay, Belle.” The words were out before I could stop them and I breathed heavily, my heart and my head hurting.

The world was spinning, my body was hurting, and I felt sick.

Sick and tired of it all.

Of this fucked-up body. Of this fucked-up world. Of this fucked-up life.

“You were supposed to stay,” I said, knowing how pathetic I sounded but not caring anymore.

Her hazel eyes softened a little at my words. They pierced me, consuming me entirely.

“Beast,” she began, but then stopped herself before sighing.

“Belle?” A male voice said her name and we both turned to look.

“Lorenzo?” she said. “What are you doing here?”

He wasn’t looking at her anymore though. He was looking at me. Glaring was more like it. Lorenzo…I knew that name from somewhere but I couldn’t place it. My head was hurting too much and my body was being swallowed by dizziness. The prospect was holding me upright but I used the last of my strength to push him off me and stand straight and proud.

Lorenzo… Fuck, every time I caught the scent of where I’d heard that name before, it moved out of reach. This had to be her little fuckboy boyfriend though; maybe that was where I’d heard it. Only he wasn’t a little fuckboy. Looked like a smarmy motherfucker though. All suited up, shiny shoes, hair slicked back, white shirt with a couple of buttons open. His hands were tucked inside his pants pockets casually, like he had no fear of me, and I with the Devil in me screaming to break free.

“This the piece of shit you’ve been sleeping with?” I growled at Belle.

She turned and