Page 69 of Fang
Breathing hard, I rest the note on my desk.
Fang. I should call Fang.
As soon as the thought enters my mind, I push it away.
No, this is my problem, not his. This is just someone playing a sick prank on me. Probably Zak. That’s it. Nothing is going to happen. Or at least I hope not. I guess time will tell.
It’s Friday night and the place is packed, and something is wrong. It’s clear by the way Cami dances. Her movements are robotic. Almost as if she’s on autopilot. Sure, she looks good and the crowd is eating it up, but I’ve watched her enough to know that she’s not into it. Something is wrong. I don’t know what it is, but I’ll find out just as soon as she gets off the stage.
Not even halfway through the song, a crowd of loud assholes walks through the door.
I make eyes with Quick, the bouncer for tonight, and he nods, silently acknowledging that he needs to keep an eye on them. My eyes go back to the group of guys, and one stands out. He looks familiar, but I can’t place why.
Who is he, and why do I know him?
“Holy shit, it’s Stinky Cami!” the asshole shouts.
I push off the wall and head right toward him. It’s the same motherfucker that harassed us when I met her on campus. His name started with a Z.
Zane. Zeke. No, Zak. It’s Zak.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Cami fall. I turn about to head in her direction when Happy calls me off.
“I got her!” Happy tells me as the lights dim.
Changing course once again, I head toward the asshole.
“Boo! Come on, Cami, show us what you got!” he heckles.
Before he can react, I’m on top of him. With one hand I grab him by the collar, and with the other I punch him. I can feel his nose crunch under my knuckles, and while that would normally please me, tonight it’s not enough.
“What the fuck!” he gasps as he tries to pry me off of him.
I draw him closer. “I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from my girl.”
His eyes widen when he realizes who has him.
That’s right, motherfucker.
One of his friends goes to try to remove me from him but fails when Prospect One steps in the way.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Prospect One says lightly.
“Well damn, I would come around more often if I knew it was this interesting around here,” Kermit goads as he cracks his knuckles. “Are we rolling heads or what?”
“Answer me. Did I or did I not tell you that if you came around again, you would be mine?” I ask, shaking the dipshit in front of me.
“She’s just a two-bit whore. Why do you care?”
Before he can run his mouth anymore, I’m hitting him. Over and over and over. I don’t stop until I feel someone grab the back of my neck.
“Enough. Let us take care of the trash. You have bigger fish to fry right now,” Kermit says harshly.
I stare down at the man beneath me, who’s out cold. When the hell did we move to the floor?
Shaking my head, I let him go and stand up. Turning I face Kermit. “You got him?”
He nods. “I got him. Go clean up.”
