Page 23 of Blade
I frown at his condescending words.
Not every girl falls in love because a man sleeps with her. I hate Brock with everything in me, though I don’t willingly give him my body.
“No, I just don’t think it’s a good idea, and besides, what do I get out of you screwing me out of your system?” I question and he smirks, a smirk that goes straight through me.
Damn, that is a good smirk. It makes him look more badass and surer of himself, and I instantly hate him for it.
I wish I had the confidence he’s radiating right now.
“Well, for starters, you’d get to do something for yourself other than this place because princess, you are giving off shut-off, rule-abiding vibes. You’re giving off the whole listening to the higher man kind of vibe, not living a life for you, not having fun,” he replies and my jaw locks.
“I didn’t realize I was that transparent.” I snap.
Sighing, he pulls out a card and passes it over. I reluctantly take it and see Dark Angel’s Motors at the top. I look at him with confusion, and he states, “That is where you’ll find me when you change your mind, but don’t take too long because this proposition will only be open for three days before I decide you’re not worth it.”
That said, he starts his bike, then, with one last look at me, he backs out of the spot and drives away as my heart pounds and my peers watch him leave.
He’s extremely cocky that he thinks I’d go running to him, and I’m even more pissed that he caught on that I don’t do anything for myself except for school.
I shove the card in my pocket, adamant to throw it away later because that man has cocky alpha hole written all over him, his confidence is just plain annoying. I stomp over to my car, ignoring the onlookers gaping at me.
Huffing with frustration, hating that the man read me like an open book, I climb into my car and slam the door behind me.
“If he thinks I’m going to go running to him, a stranger and most likely a man whore, then he has another thing coming!” Imutter to myself as I start my car and put it in reverse, trying not to stew at the audacity of Blade.
I sigh as I climb out of my car. After ten minutes of driving, his words still go around in my head.
I’m not considering them. In fact, I’m pleased that I’m in his head, I guess, but I know I can’t go there with him.
One, he is a complete stranger. Two, I’m damaged goods. Three, he’s part of a rival club, and four, I still want to die.
Shaking my head, I make my way to the large black door to my apartment building, promising to forget about Blade despite my connection with him but instantly, I want to curse at myself for not paying better attention, for being too much in my head.
A bad feeling consumes me when my foot hits the step, and a hand grabs the messy bun on my head.
I scream in shock as I’m dragged backwards and I quickly put my hand into my jeans pocket, and grab the pepper spray while allowing my body to follow the hand in my hair, trying to keep my wits about me. As I’m thrown on the floor, landing hard on the grass with a grunt, the wind is knocked out of me. I try and breathe through the pain and lift my hand with the pepper spray and press the button right into Brock's eyes, and I can’t help the feeling of elation that fills me and he jumps back grabbing hold of his face.
I’ve always wanted to mase him…
“Mother fucker!” Brock shouts as he blinks several times before suddenly his foot connects with my ribs.
I gasp as the force of his kick spins me over on the grass before he stomps on my hip, making me cry out.
“This is how you treat your old man, huh? Huh?” he shouts, kicking me again, this time hitting my pelvis. I cry out, landing on my stomach from the force, and before I can try and move away, his hand grips my hair as he sits on my back, his weightmaking it hard to breathe, the force at the unnatural angle of his grip he has on my hair, lifting my head making it worse.
“You knew I was going to be waiting for you,” he sneers, “you planned this didn’t you bitch?!”
My tears fall as I try and gasp for air before suddenly he throws my head down, my forehead hitting the grass hard, and I cry out then cough and splutter as I eat a load of grass.
Dizziness hits me as his hands find their way to my jeans, and dark blue eyes pop into my head, shocking me and making my heart race all in one. Suddenly, I want to fight back, to stop him from pulling my jeans off.
I want to fight harder than I normally would to stop him from raping me again.
With determination, I move slightly on my side before lifting my leg up. I kick Brock hard in his stomach, making him grunt and fall away from me. With strength I didn’t know I had, I scramble to my feet, using Brock's dazed state to limp to the door.
“You little bitch!” he snaps, and my pulse throbs as the door comes into view, people walking out of it.
“Hold the door, please,” I say loudly. The girl coming out holds it open, and I rasp, “Thanks,” before rushing inside as she walks away without looking at me.
