“You know we got your back, but this is fucking stupid. We’ll catch him another day when he’s not home, surrounded by his friends,” Dee tries reasoning with me.
I hop in my Jeep and start the engine.
“You’re not thinking clearly.” Nix tosses his hands up in exasperation.
I press the button on the overhead console to open the garage door.
“Wait!” Dee jumps in the back.
Nix slides into the passenger seat. “We can’t let you get your ass kicked alone.”
I floor it, zooming down the road like a maniac.
“Umm… you just ran a stop sign.” Nix holds on to the dashboard for dear life. “I prefer not to die tonight.”
“Yeah, me too. I have a booty call scheduled later.”
I’m at Jake’s house in forty-five minutes flat.
I come to a screeching halt and throw the Jeep into park, then I’m storming up the walkway. In my haste, I leave the engine running and the door open.
“Slow down,” Nix tells me.
I barrel into the house, itching to crack Jake’s skull. Raised voices and music reach my ears and I follow the sound to the basement door. I fly down the stairs two at a time. My gaze zeros in on Cocoa. She’s fucking beautiful. Every curve is enhanced by her form-fitting dress, and those high heels…fuck me. She and Jake are still dancing; she undulates against him while the dipshit kneads her ass. They’re practically sucking each other’s faces off.
“Keep your cool,” Dee cautions.
He’s holding the baseball bat I keep in my Jeep for these types of occasions. I rush the unsuspecting duo.
“Aww, hell.” I hear him sigh.
I rip Cocoa away from Jake and ram my fist into the motherfucker’s stomach, then sock him in the face, sending him careening into the wall.
Cocoa attempts to rush to his aid, but I latch on to her wrist.
“Let me go!” she shrieks, slapping at my chest.
“Get the fuck out of my house!” Jake clambers to his feet, swiping his arm across his bloody mouth.
His entourage flanks him.
Nix cracks his knuckles, ready to throw hands.
“Go near her again and you’re dead,” I threaten.
Jake’s gaze jerks to Cocoa. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“Hell no!” She pulls against my hold. “I despise him!”
“You’re a loon, just like your mother. Why don’t you continue the family tradition and kill yourself?” Jake sneers.
“Why did you have to go there?” Nix grasps his forehead.
I snap and go ballistic on the fucker. His crew converges on Dee, Nix, and me, and anarchy ensues.
There’s a mad dash for the stairs. Kids are getting trampled, tables and chairs are overturned, and punches get thrown. This is freaking unreal. From basement party to jock Royal Rumble in five seconds flat.
King Asshole and the douchebag princes sure do know how to make an entrance.
