Ced shoots me a dark look, and we both pull our helmets down at the same time.
Lizzy only texts us in emergencies, but I didn’t know she had that much contact with Damien that he’d call her instead of us. It makes no sense at all.
“Nic, babe, where are you going? I just got here,” Sarah purrs, standing next to my bike, but I ignore her flirting.
“Yeah, and I’m just leaving. Have a nice evening, Sarah,” I reply, annoyed, and start the engine.
“We’ll meet there,” I shout to Cedric and step on the gas. From the switchbacks leading out of Python Hills down to Harlington, it’s about twenty miles. The old mountain road is remote but perfect for our races, since almost no one drives through here. Even now, the winding road is completely clear, and I push my bike through the night. My knees again just inches above the asphalt, I chase that overwhelming rush of speed one more time.
Half an hour later, I pull up to the Royalsand see the commotion from afar. I stop right in front of the club, where a crowd has gathered. Cedric stops beside me, and as I fully grasp the scene before us, my pulse rises, and hot anger boils up.
Oh, fucking shit, she can’t be serious.
“Oh fuck,” Cedric breathes out, and that sums it up. On the steps leading up to the entrance, two people all too familiar to me are trying to escape the situation. But that’s not all that makes my rage nearly boil over.
Damien is leaning bloodied against Amelia, his nose clearly broken, a cut about five inches long above his left eye, which he can’t even open anymore. Lia is desperately trying to help him move down, but he’s too unsteady, and some guys are blocking their way. I shove through the crowd, roughly bumping two idiots aside.
“Hey, asshole, what the?—”
My fist lands in his face before he can react.
Don’t piss me off now.
He staggers, tries to complain because of his bleeding lip, but realizes who he messed with and shuts up.
Good.
I’m seriously pissed, because those useless security idiots at the club can’t even push the crowd back. Instead, my little sister stands on the lowest step like a tiny hellion, shouting at the people in front of her.
Damn it.
“Lizzy, move your ass away from there. Now,” I thunder, but the crowd starts shouting wildly, so she barely hears me.
“Ced, get her away from there,” I command harshly while I push through the fucking mob.
“Hey, bitch, found yourself a new fuck-toy again?”
“Now she’s even fucking the sissy.”
“Hey dick-sucker, what’s it like finally fucking a pussy?”
“That gay fucker deserved what he got.”
“You don’t deserve Nicolas. Fuck off, you slut.”
The screaming and insults are vile and only stoke my rage further. This goes way below the belt, even though I have thrown accusations at Amelia myself. This crosses a line. They are seriously messed up and all I want is to rip out every last one of their tongues.
Robins steps up in front of Amelia and Damien and mocks them.
Not for long, you sack face.
“Well, you dirty bitch, not talking so big now, huh? Looks like your new shadow’s already changed his mind.”
No, he hasn’t, you bastard. He’s right behind you.But Robins is so angry, he doesn’t notice me coming closer.
“This time you won’t get away that easy,” he sneers, and Amelia flinches but keeps trying to support Damien.
Aggressively, I shove the two guys blocking my path aside and see out of the corner of my eye that Cedric has already taken my sister inside.
