Page 62 of Desert Heat

“Thought you might head out this way. Did you come all by yourself?” He drawled, lazily pretending to not care less but the way his eyes cut behind my truck ever so slightly gave his nerves away.

“She’s coming with me.”

“You didn’t come for both women? Interesting….”

I jogged forward ready to bound up the steps and right into that fucking house when two men suddenly jumped into action, each grabbing on elf my arms.

“The fuck? Do you know who I am?” I bellowed. “I’m fucking Prez of the Royal Bastards Santa Fe. I came into your den unarmed you fucks. Lay off.” I shrugged my shoulders trying to get them to ease their grips.

“She doesn’t want to see you, never mind go anywhere with you. She stays here.”

The guy addressing me wore a fleece coat without a patch. The kind I’d see back on campus. “… the fuck are you?” I asked.

“Dean Smith. Firstborn son of our Prez. He’s out on a run… leaving me here to handle things…”

“Bullshit! Where’s your VP?”

“On the same run.”

“Sergeant?”

“Holding your left hand.”

I fucking snapped. They way this guy looked down his fucking nose at me combined with his snarky attitude. I knew what he was thinking….. Savvy’s a precious jewel. She shines brighter than the sun. He was going to make a move on her. I just fucking knew it.

A snarl ripped from my chest as I there my body weight left and lunged right. I was up those fucking stairs in an instant, fist back, ready to punch the fucker in the face but my momentum had me tackling him instead. We rolled on the rough wide plank floor, each trying to gain the edge as we wrestled, jabbing each other wherever we could reach.

I tuned out the shouts around us, my only mission was to fucking get this guy.

We landed in the icy snow after rolling right off of the porch. I was able to roll right and get me weight up behind me knees. Both of us were panting like wild dogs as our eyes locked.

I didn’t even realize I was bleeding until I spat in the snow, turning the pristine white into haphazard drops of crimson.

“You are making a big mistake,” he warned.

“Fuck if I care. You can’t have my girl.”

“She’s made it clear she isn’t yours.”

“People in relationships sometimes need to sort some things out. You’d know that if your pencil dick every had a woman.”

He launched at me. I stood, ready for it. This time my fist connected with the fucker’s nose.

A river of red now painted the snow.

Men piled on me. I fought them all circled like a Gladiator in the fight for his life.

The animalistic sounds that came from me were ripped right from the sharp, jagged edges of my broken heart.

The hits kept coming.

Not hard hard enough to kill me, but enough that I’d limp out.

“Savannah!” I roared as I swore I spotted here standing by an upstairs window surveying the carnage below. “Don’t do this! We can work this out! I’m still me and you’re still you. I love you.”

“How fucking sweet,” Dean snickered as his men worked me over. Adrenalin and love had me fighting like Hercules but her refusal to come to me ,Ade me feel so ducking defeated.

I didn’t even know what I was gonna say until the words poured out of me the same way as my blood. Each desperate word of it dripping from my mouth the way crimson droplets dripped from my flesh.

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