“Fuck off, Colt. I can handle myself, and don’t you dare compare me to that fucker. I’m in control of my life, and I’m having a bit of fun. You know, letting my hair down and enjoying myself, something you seem to have forgotten how to do since you met little Miss Prim and Proper over there,” Hux answers, waving his hand at me.
Wow, I had no idea Hux didn’t like me.
I always knew Hux kept his distance, but it never crossed my mind that he blamed me for Colt not being around anymore.
Until now.
Colt scoffs, shaking his head before his lip curls in pure disgust. “Jesus, Hux. You’re high as a fucking kite. Maybe it’s time someone knocked you back down to earth.” His voice is sharp, lethal, and then, he shifts, moving me off his lap before pushing to his feet.
Panic tightens around my ribs.Not again.The last thing I need is another damn fight that ends in blood and bruises.
Hux meets Colt’s stance head-on, the space between them razor-thin, their chests rising and falling like they’re breathing in pure gasoline. Fists clenched. Jaws tense. Eyes locked in a stare so sharp it could cut the air we’re all frantically breathing.
One wrong word, one twitch, and this whole thing goes nuclear.
Hux bends down, his eyes narrow on Colt, his head tilted like some super villain, all while rubbing his finger along the leftover remnants of the cocaine on the table.
What in the hell is he doing?
Then, with a malicious smirk, Hux brings his powdered finger up and smudges the cocaine along Colt’s bottom lip.
Oh shit, Hux just launched the codes.
Colt frantically smacks Hux’s hand away from him with a grunt, Hux instantly returning fire, pushing Colt forcefully backward. “Whatthe fuckdo you think you’re playing at, Hux?” Colt asks.
I can’t help but notice that Colt licks the cocaine from his lips rather than wiping it away, my heart instantly sinking seeing the slight movement.
BOOM.
Fallout imminent—locate your nearest refuge and take shelter.
“Oh, go on, Colt. You’ve had a taste, and I know you want more. Fuck your girl off and party with us, like you used to. Like the Colter fucking Slade who wasn’t pussy whipped!” Hux argues.
Colt’s face contorts, anger surging through him like I haven’t seen before as he surges for his brother, his shoulder slamming into his chest, hard.
My hand flies to my mouth with the shock as Hux groans with the force of the hit, his body lurching backward with the force as Hux loses his footing and begins flying backward over the coffee table.
Colt manages to keep himself upright, and I gasp as I watch Hux, in what feels like slow motion, land on the plush carpet with an almighty thud. A slow smile crosses his face as he lies flat on his back. Then, with everyone in the room staring at him, he begins to laugh uncontrollably. Furrowing my brows, I peer around the room, seeing it’s not just me who is confused by Hux’s reaction to his fight with Colt.
Colt huffs, shaking his head at Hux, who, as well as laughing his ass off, is now also rolling around on the floor like a man possessed.
What in the hell?
Colt folds his arms over his chest, his top lip curling as he stares at Hux. “You’re fucking wasted, you idiot,” Colt declares as he frowns at his hysterical brother.
Colt turns, his eyes hard on me, then, reaching for my hand forcefully, I inhale sharply when he drags me along with him. My feet are barely keeping pace with his fury as we move for the exit. As Colt walks past Hux, he shoves him in the ribs with his boot, but the gesture only makes Hux laugh louder.
Colt shakes his head and walks me to the bedroom, where we sit on the bed. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” he murmurs, falling back onto the bed, resting his forearm over his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask. I have to admit, I’m worried about Colt and how he must be feeling after all of…that.
He exhales and pulls me down to lie next to him. “You’re asking ifI’mokay after that? I’m fine. More importantly, areyouokay?”
“Colt, don’t worry about me. I’m more concerned about you and your brother fighting. And what makes it worse is that it’s because of me. I don’teverwant to come between you and your family, Colt.”
He pulls his arm away from his face to look at me. “Dee, this wasnotyour fault. Hux is using again. And when he uses, he turns into a complete moron. Doesn’t help having fucking Coslecki around, egging him on. I wish he were strong enough to fight the urge to use. I know he’s going to end up just like our father,” he says with a saddened tone.
“Colt, you know I’m here for you. No matter what, I’ll be by your side as long as you want me here,” I say, meaning every word.
