Page 14 of Capturing Ava
“Come on, Chase, I’m bored.” He whines.
“What’s the job?” Damon interrupts.
“It’s—,” I run my fingers through my hair. “None of your goddamn business.”
“Oh, please don’t tell me, it’s her.”
“She needs a bodyguard,” I smirk.
“From who?” He scowls at me. “Oh, you’re a sick puppy.”
“Don’t start with me.”
He lets out a roar of laughter. “I don’t get the joke.” Gage sighs.
“Oh, this sick bastard has been stalking Ava Valentina and if my calculations are correct, she now needs a bodyguard to protect her from none other than the bodyguard himself.” He places his hands together and starts clapping.
“Don’t fucking push me, Damon.”
“Tell me, lover boy, what if the lady in question recognises you, then what?”
That was a brilliant question, but she didn’t remember from the flowers I had given her, so there was every chance she would forget my face, right? A crease forms across my brow because did I want to take that chance. I wasn’t ready to announce my arrival. Mine and Ava’s fun had just begun, and I wasn’t ready to show her I had found her.
“Cat got your tongue, Chase. I tell you what, I will go watch your sweet little project.” The rage crawls through my body.
“Like fuck you will,” I scream back at him.
“Careful now, Chase. Anyone would think you harboured feelings for the petty thief.”
“The only feelings I have are sweet, sweet revenge,” I smirk.
“Yeah,” he smirks. “But that ass sure is a bonus, ay,” he winks.
I must display the sliver of annoyance on my face because everyone but Damon scarpers from the room in moments like there is imminent danger and within moments everything in sight will be obliterated.
I don’t even think as I rugby tackle him to the ground. My arms wrap around his neck, putting him in a chokehold, but the sick bastard looks up at me with a smile on his face. “If you wanted to cuddle, all you had to do was ask.” His strained voice utters.
He digs his elbows into my ribs and a sharp gasp leaves my throat as I try to breathe through the blow that penetrates my ribs. Once more he lands that blow in the same position and I release the hold I have on his neck, allowing him enough room to wriggle away from me.
He stands in a boxer’s stance with his fists raised, still hungry for more, but he can’t expect me to allow that slur to stand. jumping to my feet, I mimic his actions as I watch him dance backwards and forwards, readying himself to land the first blow.
“Stop them.” Miles pleads with Gage.
“Why, I’m curious to see who wins,” He smirks.
“Brothers shouldn’t fight—not over a whore, anyway.”
My head snaps towards Miles. “You want to be next?” He shakes his head. “Then keep your fucking opinions to yourself.”
An outroar of laughter pours from Damon. “I have to say, for a man who only wants revenge, you sure are very—protective of the thief in question.”
“Are you going to just stand there twinkle toes, or are you going to do something?” I mock.
“Twinkle toes?” He raises an amused brow. “You have got all the jokes today, Chase.” He moves towards me. “If I didn’t know any better, I would hazard a guess that your thief—” He sidesteps me with his hands raised. “Is making you soft,” He whispers. A smirk falls across my lips as my fist connects with his face. I watch him stumble and wipe away the trickle of blood that slides down his nose. “Cheap shot.” He screams as he once again moves towards me.
I don’t even see the blow coming as he throws a punch with force straight to my gut. I’m winded. The breath crawls from my body and I stumble. Damon doesn’t give me a chance to recover. He charges towards me, throwing both our bodies into the glass case that holds trophies. We both crash on the ground with the sound of glass clattering around us.
The loud bangs erupt as bullets fly through the walls and the ceilings, we both raise our heads.
