Page 163 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

Just as he was lifting his boot again, the door swung open, and T-Bone stood there scowling. “What the fuck?”

“Exactly. What the fuck?” Nox pushed past him, quickly scanning the room for threats other than T-Bone.

“Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my room?”

Nox tried to keep one eye on the biker as he approached the woman sitting naked on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. “You okay?”

She lifted her tear-streaked face and nodded.

“He hurt you?”

T-Bone yanked on Nox’s arm. “Fuck off, asshole. Get the fuck outta here.”

Nox pulled free with a jerk of his shoulder, but kept an eye on the man’s hands. They were empty now, but that could quickly change. “Why are you crying?”

She sniffled and shook her head.

“Did he hurt you? Did either of them hurt you?”

She shook her head again.

“What happened?”

“Get the fuck outta my room!” T-Bone screamed and grabbed Nox’s arm again, digging his fingers in painfully.

This time, instead of pulling free, Nox spun, used the man’s grip to yank him off balance and nailed him square in the face with his fist.

Damn, did that feel good.

So, he did it again.

And again.

And one more time for shits and giggles.

When Nox’s rage cleared, T-Bone was down on his knees, with his left eye already turning colors and blood rushing from his nose.

Did he also have a split lip?Poor fucking baby.

Nox angled himself so he could keep an eye on the former prospect as he asked the woman, “What happened?’

“The sicko wanted to shit in my mouth and for me to eat it. I ain’t doing that.”

Nox’s stomach rolled at her honest answer. It was one time he’d prefer to hear a lie.

“Who are you?” Her eyes flicked to T-Bone cupping a hand over his busted nose and back to Nox.

Nox couldn’t tell her that he was a cop. Or that he’d been watching T-Bone. Instead, he went with, “I heard the fucking commotion next door.” As the former Demon prospect slowly made his way to his feet, Nox addressed him. “She said she didn’t want someone making her eat his shit. Why the fuck would you let someone do that? What’s going on here?”

T-Bone sounded a bit stuffed up when he responded, “Mind your own fuckin’ business. She’s my woman.”

He glanced at the strung-out, naked woman. “Are you?”

Her wide, glassy eyes once again bounced from Nox to T-Bone and back. Her expression told him everything, even though Nox already knew the answer.

He held out his hand to her. “Let’s go.”

“You go with him, you ain’t gettin’ paid,” T-Bone warned the woman.

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