Page 29 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
“I’m not your ‘bro’,” I said and turned to walk away. Lawrence followed behind me, slipping and sliding in his expensive loafers.
“Hey, redneck. Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you.”
I kept walking. I knew better than to engage with him. Did it make me look guilty? Maybe, but I didn’t care.
Lawrence followed me to my snowmobile and was shivering in the cold.
“Don’t you know who I am?” he said through his chattering teeth.
“You’re the man who didn’t show up when his fiancée was almost killed. That’s who you are,” I said and put my helmet on.
“If you touched her, you are done you piece of shit,” he shouted, and then quieter as if I’d answer this time, “did you?”
“Did I what?” I was starting to enjoy this.
“Did you put your hillbilly dick in my woman?” His face had turned scarlet red.
“I’m confused. Is it redneck, or hillbilly?” I smirked.
“Just answer the question, Redneck.”
What a piece of work. I couldn’t help myself, “Why don’t you ask her about the redneck power she had between her legs this morning.”
Lawrence took a step toward me and shoved my shoulder. I was ready and able to deflect it. My sudden shift caught him off guard and he slipped in the snow, falling face first with a dull thud. He looked up at me, his dark eyes glowed as the blood gushed from his nose.
“You’re done. You know that, right? You’re done…” He pointed at Roger, “You! Call the police and tell them that Lawrence Locklear the Third has just been assaulted,” he shouted and pointed at Roger. The concierge had witnessed the whole thing and seemed to be frozen in place.
I shrugged my shoulders at the old man, “It’s ok, Roger. You can call the police. They know where to find me.”
I mounted my snowmobile, revved the engine a couple of times and roared back off into the sanctuary of my mountains.
Fuck this. I didn’t need people, I didn’t need drama, and I didn’t need Lucy.
Chapter 21 – Lucy
Lawrence’s hug felt cold and empty. I held onto him a little tighter to see if I could get the same rush in my belly that I got when Mick had held me, but Lawrence pushed me away almost immediately to chase after Mick.
When Lawrence burst back into the lobby, he looked like a madman. His eyes were wild, and his shirt was covered in blood.
“Lawrence, oh, my gosh. What happened?” I asked, looking over Lawrence’s shoulder for any sign of Mick.
“Your boyfriend is going to jail for assault, that’s what happened. Will somebody please call the police already,” Lawrence yelled to no one in particular while flailing his arms wildly.
A couple of big security guards had rushed into the lobby and I could see them conferring with the concierge. The concierge nodded his head and pulled Lawrence aside. Whatever they said to him seemed to calm him down from rage level to extremely agitated, but he was still shaking with irritation.
He walked over to me and slung his arm around my shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s been a stressful couple of days, knowing that you were stuck out there.” It didn’t sound genuine, but those were the words that I needed to hear. After all, Mick had just dumped me off here at the hotel and hadn’t even said goodbye.
“They’ve called in a doctor to reset my nose.”
“It’s broken?”
“Yeah, that dirty hillbilly punched me in the face.”
I pulled back from Lawrence, “That doesn’t sound like Mick.”
Lawrence looked down at me, and his eyes flashed darkly. “That doesn’t sound like Mick,” he mocked. “How the hell do you know what Mick sounds like?”
He was being an asshole, but he was right. Clearly, Mick wasn’t who I thought he was. The Mick I knew was eloquent, cultured, and wouldn’t resort to violence.
