Page 24 of Bittersweet Revenge
I don’t know when he got here or how I missed him, but that doesn’t matter right now.
“Get the fuck off me.” I try to jerk out of his hold, but I can’t.
“Dean? What the hell?” Aislin says as she walks over and kneels beside the guy who’s made it to his knees, blood pouring out of his nose and onto the floor.
“He’s fucking crazy, man,” the date raper says, and I know I should call him out for what he did, but I can’t fucking find the words. Instead, I try to lunge at him again, catching Tiernan off guard, but he recovers quickly, with Cillian’s help, both grabbing me.
“Get the fuck out of the bar!” the bartender shouts. “I’m calling the cops.”
“Let’s go,” Tiernan tells me, then nods toward the counter, and Rory heads over, I assume to deal with the bartender. Everyone else has lost interest, getting back to their drinks and dancing like this is an everyday occurrence. “You’re coming with me,” Tiernan says.
“Fuck off. He—”
His hand presses against my mouth. “Outside, dumbass.”
And he’s right. This isn’t the place to say it because there’s no doubt in my mind that this guy isn’t coming back from what I’m about to tell Tiernan. Maybe that should bother me, maybe I should want him to be locked up, but I don’t. I want him to fucking suffer for what he tried to do to her, what he’s probably done to others.
Of course, I can’t let Tiernan know I’m onto what will happen. That doesn’t stop me from telling Cillian, “Don’t let her stay with him.”
He frowns, then looks at Tiernan, who’s watching me. He gives Cillian a nod, and he’s immediately heading over to Aislin.
I don’t fight Tiernan as he drags me outside, but the second we’re in the fresh air, I jerk out of his hold.
“What the fuck was that about?”
“He put something in her drink,” I spit out and see his expression ice over, his face hardening. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The murderous expression on his face is proof he’s like his father, that I was right and the guy inside won’t come back from this.
“You’re sure?” There’s a tightness to his voice that would probably scare a normal person, but not me.
“Yes. I fucking saw it. He put his hand over the glass, trying to be inconspicuous, but I saw it fall, and I saw him stir it afterward, and then he pushed it over for her.”
“Get the fuck outta here, New Kid.”
“Fuck you,” I spit back just as the door opens, Cillian, Aislin, and Rory coming out.
“Jesus, Dean. Why in the hell did you do that? You’re just like him!” She points to Tiernan. “We were only dancing.”
“Can you take her home?” Tiernan asks me.
“You can fuck off and die with that,” Aislin tells him. “I don’t need anyone to take me back, and I’m not going anywhere with him right now.”
“Ash…” he begs, and I can tell he doesn’t want to tell her, that he doesn’t want her to know, but I’m not playing that game.
“He put something in your drink.”
Aislin pales, her voice softer when she asks, “You’re sure?”
“I don’t walk around attacking people if I’m not fucking sure.”
“That motherfucker.” She turns and tries to go back for the door, but Cillian wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her. “Put me down, Cil. I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m—”
She quiets when someone walks out, all of us waiting until they’re in their car and driving off before we speak.
“This isn’t the place,” Tiernan tells her.
“Fuck the place. He was going to date rape me. I’ll kick you in the balls if you don’t put me down, Cillian. I’m going to fucking kill—” Her words are cut off when Cillian’s hand covers her mouth.
“This. Is not. The place,” Tiernan says coldly, then glances my direction.
