Page 65 of Pulse
“I don’t need a man to protect myhonor,” she cried.
“No you fucking don’t,” I murmured into her ear, which only seemed to piss Dean off even further.
It was clear that the Twins thought they had a claim over Ren in some twisted way. I hoped they’d never fucking touched her, ‘cosif they did they had a huge problem on their hands. I hoped for their sake it was brotherly love, nothing more. Ren was mine.
“If you knew,” she said, shaking her head, her gazed locked onto the Twins. “If you knew the things he’s done for me…”
“I can’t believe this,” Dean said, throwing his hands into the air.
“I love him, Dean,” Ren cried. “We’ve worked it out. I don’t need your permission. I don’t need anyone’s. I’m a grown ass fucking woman.”
“Step aside Ren.”
Clearly there was nothing Ren could say to sway Dean’s opinion. I was the bad guy, I’d always been enemy number one, ever since the day he walked into Beat and fell in love with Monica Miller. He could say he was trying to protect Ren all he wanted, he could say whatever he wanted and I wouldn’t believe a fucking thing that came out his mouth. He looked at me and all he saw was an enemy no matter what I said or did to sway him. There was only one way this could play out and I’d rather it happen now than later.
We had to beat it out with our fists.
I wrapped an arm around Ren’s middle and heaved her to the side. Before she could sandwich herself between us again, I stepped up into Dean’s face.
“We fought once before,” I said through gritted teeth. “We fought with rules. This time-”
“Ash,” Ren yelled at me, trying to claw at my arm.
“It would be my pleasure,” Dean said, understanding that once we started, there was no stopping until there was blood.
“Are you serious?” Ren shoved at Dean, but he didn’t budge. “He’ll fucking kill you!”
“Ren.” Lincoln reached for her, but she twisted away.
“In the ring,” I hissed. “Let’s sort this out once and for all. I’m sick and fucking tired of your ugly fucking face.”
“Stop it!” Out of nowhere Monica pushed between us, her hands shoving at Dean.
“No,” she cried. “It’s not his fault.”
“Stay the fuck out of this Monica,” Dean hissed, his eyes still fixed on me. “It’s none of your business.”
“It’s all of my business,” she said, slipping between us.
“You’ve got no claim on any of us,” I spat, stepping back from her aura of bullshit.
“It was my fault,” she said, her gaze flickering to Ren’s. “All of it was my fault.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Dean asked, turning on the younger Miller sister.
She heaved in a lungful of air, her eyes becoming glassy. I knew Monica Miller was a snake, but my gut was telling me that she’d done something to Ren…something big. They’d never gotten along, but this...
“Start talking,” I hissed, balling my fists at my side.
Monica glanced at Ren again, but she didn’t move, her gaze stony.
“I let him in,” she whispered, tears beginning to fall.
I felt the blood drain from my face. She let him in… That night… That night was scarred into my memory and I had to live with it for the rest of my life. The horrifying image of Hammer over Ren was seared into my brain. The image of her fighting, but not being able to get him off sliced my heart into a trillion jagged pieces. She let him in...
“He was going to rape her Monica,” I spat. “If I wasn’t- He was going tocripple her.”
The abrupt silence was deafening. I felt the vein in my forehead begin to throb as I ground my teeth together.
