“Fuck you,” I tell Finn, stomping away.
Blairpops into my head when I spot a freshman manning the coat closet door, his gaze focused on his phone’s stopwatch. It tells me Alan’s been in there with Blair less than two minutes.
I shouldn’t give a shit. I should walk straight past the gathering, but I won’t let the fucker take advantage of Blair when she’s got two glasses of wine and ten shots of Patrón inside her. Leaving her goes against my basic instincts.
I hate her with every fiber in me, I swear, but I won’t let that asshole prey on her.
“Move,” I bark at the kid.
He looks up, scrambling away with a sheepish look. Either he knows I’m unpredictable or sees it in my eyes. My muscles bunch, a biblical kind of wrath searing through my veins.
A few sharp gasps fill the air when, rather than coaxing Alan to open the door, I kick it open.
My temper goes from zero to death row at warp speed. Alan has his dick out already, one hand clasped tightly around the base as he flinches away from me, terror in his eyes.
Blair’s on the floor, gold dress bunched to her waist, eyes closed, chest rising steadily, black panties on display.
She’s unconscious and that motherfucker...
My bones shake. I’m practically fucking levitating with anger. I’ve not felt this unhinged since I pulled Asher off Mia two years ago. A jigsaw of reality and memory sends a shockwave through my mind.
“You piece of shit!” I seethe, steering out the first punch.
My elbow falls back, then shoots forth, my clenched fist landing neatly on target. His nose breaks.
“Cody! What the fuck are you doing?!” Colt booms.
I don’t listen.
I don’t stop, ramming my fist into Alan’s jaw, clutching the prick’s t-shirt in my other hand. “She’s fucking unconscious!” I bellow, hauling him up when he starts slipping from my grasp. “You want to fuck her when she doesn’t even know what’s happening around her?!”
Another whack to his head, powerful enough to give him a contusion.
“Did you touch her?!” I demand, holding him against the wall, my fingers squeezing his throat. “Did you fuckingtouchher?”
He’ll be hospitalized if he did.
“Cody, calm down,” he sputters blood, trying to cough. “I wasn’t going to fuck her, man, I swear, I—”
“Your dick’s hanging out,man!”
Colt enters the closet and yanks me back hard by the bicep, murder on his mind as he shoves me out.
I don’t say a word. We could argue all day over which of us has a shorter fuse, but we’d never reach a consensus. The wrath dancing in his eyes isn’t for me. It’s aimed at Alan, Finn, Justin, Brandon, and every other person who watched him lock an unconscious girl in the closet to fuck her.
Colt doesn’t wait for explanations. He unpacks a punch that undoubtedly loosens a few of Alan’s teeth. “Be fucking glad you’re getting a kicking instead of handcuffs.”
“Stop! Just stop!” Alan yelps, shielding himself behind his hands. “I was jerking off! Fuck, man! Come on, you know I’d never touch her this drunk! She couldn’t drink any more. She needed an out!”
“You can give a girl an outandkeep your dick in your pants,” Rose snaps, stopping at my side. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ve got her purse.”
I cock an eyebrow, surprised that Rose is helping Blair. After learning about Mia’s bullying, she conducted her own investigation on campus and discovered more than she bargained for.
Blair became Rose’s enemy number one, so her assistance is a shock.
Not as much as my own actions, though.
Without thinking, I elbow Colt out of the way, tug Blair’s skirt until it covers her ass, then haul her into my arms.
