“You?” He looked at me confused before shifting his attention back to the man he’d been throat fucking with his tongue seconds ago. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.Again?”
“Getlost.” This piece of shit didn’t deserve a single word more, his blonde roots needing more than a touch up.
“He camealone.Notmyproblem, you can’t seem to keepyourman satisfied, shortie.”
Without a second’s hesitation, I drove my knee into his dick, grabbing his shoulders as leverage to keep him upright. “At least I have a straight shot to your cock, fuckingasshole.”
He doubled over, groaning in agony, but it wasn’t the sound he released that caught my attention; it was the very inebriated Thorne whose time-processing abilities had finally caught up.
“O-Oren?”
Tears welled in my eyes at the state of him, his pupils blown and stance a clear indicator of his current state. He was more than intoxicated, and from the lulled state of his voice, I wasn’t sure it was only liquor in his system.
“What…” he hiccuped, lifting a brow. “What areyoudoing h-here?”
Stepping over the whining bitch, I pressed my palms against his chest, backing him up until his spine hit the wall to keep him upright. “I’m here for you, my love. We need to get you back to base, okay?”
Shaking his head, his body swayed slightly. “I’m not—we’renot… anymore. You can leave. Run back to base y-yourself. I’m busy.”
“Thorne, you’re not okay.” The statement shattered my heart. “Come on.” I wrapped an arm around his waist, but I wasn’t even sure Icouldget him out.
A chuckle came, but not from him. “He’sperfectlyfine. A little roofie, ten whiskey glasses full to the brim, and your ‘lover’is having the time of his life.With me.So get lost.”
“If you want to make it out of this club alive, Isuggestwalking the fuck away.” The normal tone to my voice was replaced with a growl, one etched in every bit of ire I felt for this piece of shit who’d taken advantage of Thorne, of the man I loved.
“You heard him yourself.” The blonde gestured toward Thorne, his taunting smirk only growing. “He said he was?—”
Making sure Thorne was stable enough to lean against the wall, I released him before turning my attention to the fake blonde idiot. “Wrongfuckingmistake.”
I grabbed his fucking black roots, driving his face into my knee. His nose cracked, the sound loud above the muffled bass. Blood poured from the wound, but it wasn’tenough. I needed him fucking dead and bleeding on the goddamn floor.
“Oren!” Familiar arms wrapped around me, pulling me away. “Hey! Enough!”
Matt.
“Fuck off!” I shouted, twisting to release his hold on me. Crimson stained my pants, seeping through the layers to my skin, but it wasn’t fucking enough.
“Where’s Thorne?” he asked, the question shocking my system like a bucket of ice water tossed over my head.
“He—” Twisting to where I’d left him, his silhouette was gone, only the dirtied wall staring back at me. “I left him right there…”
“Fucking hell,” Matt groaned, pivoting on his heel as he grabbed my arm.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the blonde stood to full height, his glower narrowing on me as he stepped in our way. “You’re?—”
Before I could react, Matt’s knuckles greeted his throat, the man dropping to the ground immediately.“Move.”
Matthew kept his fingers curled around my wrist to ensure we didn’t lose one another in the crowd. As we maneuvered through the various groups, headed toward the door I’d entered, two voices greeted me that had me ready to detonate the whole goddamn building.
“What the fuck happened?” Simon asked.
“We heard there was a fight?” Liam’s voice followed, and I detonated.
“What the fuck are you guys doing here?! Who’s watching the bike?” I screamed, my eyes widening in fear.
“W-We figured—” Liam started, but Simon intervened.
“The bouncers were talking about ashort,blonde tossing another blonde around. I don’t think there’s a better description that fits you.” Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head. “We thought you’d found him because why the fuck else would you be fighting people in a club, Oren?”
