“I need it, Mia. Just hand it over, and you can get another one.”
“Idon’thave it!” She crosses her arms. “I’ve been telling him that for the past thirty miles.”
“Where the hell is it?”
She shrugs. “Somewhere on I-50 between Riverton and Cedar Grove. I threw it out the car window.”
I inhale sharply, brushing my hand through my hair and turn slightly to see he’s watching our every move.
“Why the hell did you do that?” Now I’m annoyed.
“Because he was being an asshole! He kept telling me to give it to him, so I said ‘fine, go get it,’ and then threw it out the window.”
“Fuck, Mia,” I hiss under my breath.
“Well, I didn’t know he was going to lose his shit over it.”
“You recorded you guys having sex?” I whisper. “That’s not exactly something a guy like him wants leaked.”
She shrugs, and her indifference feeds my anger even more.
Reluctantly, I walk back outside and face him. “She says she threw it out the window, which means there’s no way it can go viral.”
His jaw clenches, and I watch as his hands ball into tight fists. “Bullshit. I know she uploaded it to the iCloud.”
“Dammit, Mia,”I mutter to myself.
“She won’t upload it. I know Mia. She’s all talk.”
“You think I’m going to take your word?”
Before I can respond, Mia flies out the door and begins swearing at him. I can see people inside the diner watching us from the windows. Mia is all fired up, and Will is a second away from losing his shit.
“What are you so afraid of? Worried that people are going to wonder why I had tofakeevery single orgasm? Or maybe you’re worried what people will think when they see you crying after you come?”
She storms past me, and I’m quick to grab her arm, pulling her back. For a petite girl, she’s pretty determined when she’s pissed.
“You fucking cunt,” Will hisses. His body unleashes, and before he can make contact with Mia, I push her out of his way and take the hit.
I immediately lose my footing, and I can hear Mia shouting in the distance. His hands are on me before I even collide with the ground. Thankfully, the punch he served to my gut makes my head veer forward instead of slamming against the concrete.
I block his next hit, but just barely. There’s commotion and screaming around me, but I can’t open my eyes long enough to find a way out. It’s obvious this guy feeds off anger, and he won’t stop till I’m a lifeless lump. It’s engraved into him, so I do the only thing I can to break his fog.
It’s a bitch move, I know, but I lift a knee up and kick him right between the legs with every ounce of strength I have left.
As soon as I feel his weight lift off me, I roll out from under him and pull myself up. He’s muttering a variety of curse words as he cups his junk and struggles to breathe.
“Oh my God, Travis!” Mia runs toward me, a handful of customers now outside watching behind her. “Are you—”
“Get in the car,” I shout.
“What?” she asks as she runs behind me.
“Get in the fucking car! We’re getting out of here.”
I grab my keys from my pocket and unlock the doors as fast as I can. I know he’s probably going to be down for a while, but I can’t risk someone calling the cops on me. I’m already in deep shit at work; I don’t need to add a misdemeanor charge of disturbing the peace on top of that. They could lock my ass up in the county jail, fine me, or both.
We both slide in, and I rev the engine, shifting it into reverse and back into drive again. My heart is hammering in my chest as we make our way out of the parking lot, tires squealing and dust kicking up in our wake.
