Page 72 of Endgame

“Go for it,” I screamed, giving back as good as I got. She was kicking my ass. It was obvious and I could feel blood trickling down my face, but I refused to back down. I would rather die with this skinny bitch’s hands around my throat than give in.

“Goddammit, Brittany. Stop this!” Moving quickly, Rourke stepped between us. “Get away from her!”

Blocking Britt’s view of me, Rourke grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet – and out of harm’s way.

“Let her go, Rourke,” Britt ordered as several girls arrived to flank her. “That little bitchpunchedme.”

“Yeah, let me go, Rourke,” I hissed as I shoved against him, desperately trying to break free from his hold and get my hands on her neck. “So I can rearrange that stuck up nose of hers.”

“Don’t even think about it, Six,” Rourke hissed in my ear. Wrapping his arms around my body, he pulled me roughly against him; my back pressed tightly to his chest. “Back the fuck up, Britt.”

“What are youdoing?”Britt hissed, glaring at the boy who was holding onto me. “Taking up for that fat bitch? You’remine, Rourke. You’re supposed to be onmyside!”

“Fat bitch?” I screamed in outrage.

“Quit acting like a crazy bitch then, Britt,” Rourke shot back, struggling to keep ahold of me. “You know I got no time for this shit. We’ve been here before, remember? Told you last time, I ain’t putting up with it again.” I could feel Rourke’s heart hammering in his chest. He was pressed so close to me, it was hard to ignore. “She’s off limits,” he snarled, pulling me close. “You got that? You don’t fucking touch her.”

“But you hate her!” She actually stomped her foot. “You’ve said it yourself.”

Suddenly, four familiar faces appeared in front of me.

“Back the fuck up, Britt,” Daryl ordered, taking stance between us.

Bear stood beside him, a silent force to be reckoned with “Now.”

“Yeah,” Mase added, coming to stand in front of me. “Take your skanky ass back to the Jefferson boys. We ain’t biting here, baby.”

The Jefferson boys? Who the fuck were the Jefferson boys?

“Damn, baby girl,” Reebo whistled, appearing in front of me. Scooting down, he looked at my face and grimaced. “She got you good.”

Reebo reached a hand towards my face and Rourke quickly slapped it away. “Don’t touch her,” he snarled, tightening his hold on me harder than ever.

Reebo glared at him. “Might wanna tell your crazy fucking ex that, asshole. Have you looked at her face?”

“Just get her out of here,” Rourke muttered under his breath before forcefully walking me from the room. Releasing me at the bottom of the staircase, he glared down at me and ordered, “Go up to your room and wait there.” He was shaking all over as he stared down at me. “I’ll fix this.”

“I will,” I hissed through clenched teeth before slipping around his huge frame and making a run for the kitchen. “After I kill that bitch.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I heard Rourke growl just as his arms came around my body. Seconds later, I was thrown over his shoulder and on the move. “You’re crazy, girl,” he hissed as he climbed the staircase with one arm wrapped around the back of my thighs. “Fucking nuts.”

“Let. Me. Down,” I snarled as I forced myself to look anywhere but his denim clad ass – that I had the perfect view of. “Now.”

He didn’t let me down.

And he didn’t stop walking until we were outside my bedroom door.

Using one foot, Rourke kicked my door open and stalked inside, with me still over his shoulder. He walked over to my bed and slung me down roughly. “Stay here and calm your ass down.”

“No!” Scrambling to my feet, I moved to slip past him, but he intercepted my move and used his huge frame to cut me off. “Move, Rourke.”

“No.”

“Dammit!” Releasing a scream of pure frustration, I slapped his chest with my hands and yelled, “Move.”

“No.”

“You’re such an asshole!” I screamed, my temper getting the best of me. “Dammit!”

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