Page 62 of Made for Cyn

“Fuck, Rain. This is going to go very badly for you. You should go. Now.”

“Where?”

He just shrugs and pushes me gently away. With no other choice, I disappear into the masses, weaving around people before emerging near the edge of the bridge, toward where the cars are parked.

When I look back, I see he’s still searching for me, and unfortunately, he’s undeterred. Short of hiding in the trees, there’s nothing I can do, and I shrink away when he spots me. Fuck.

Glancing around for another means of escape that doesn’t include hiding in the scary-ass dark, my gaze lands on Cyn appearing out of the trees with a lazy smile. Our eyes lock, and my pulse jumps when he looks me over me quickly before he turns away with a bored expression.

Of course, there’s some chick sidled up next to him, and I give a brief thought to kicking Cyn in the nads before I’m reminded of my stalker when he stops before me.

Cheers erupt when our peers spot Cyn and the guys, but I’m distracted by Weasel as he says with a wide leer, “I didn’t expect you to be here. How come you’re not partying with Iris?”

“Um—”

“C’mon,” he says, grabbing my arm, “I need my dick sucked.”

“What? No,” I gasp, pulling away as all hell breaks out.

A distinct roar sounds over the music, and shouts follow before someone throws a punch, and soon it’s one big brawl.

“Shit,” Weasel says, licking his lips and glancing around.

Jerking away, I step back just as Cyn’s angry face appears, and he steps into Weasel with a thunderous look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Cyn growls before glancing at me.

I shake my head and back away with wide eyes because his stare is vicious as his eyes bore into mine.

“Hangin’ out with your bitches,” Weasel says with a lazy grin.

Shit. He must have a death wish. Cyn’s mouth pulls back into a snarl, and I cover my mouth in preparation for the hit, but then I spy Weasel reaching behind his back, and my heart stops.

Oh shit. He pulls out a gun, and without thought, only sheer panic, I shove into him from behind, grappling for the weapon.

Weasel turns to me with a snarl and goes to raise the gun, but with a roar, Cyn tackles him from behind, and they drop to the pavement with a thwack.

Wincing, I jump around looking for an opportunity, but Jig grabs me from behind, spins me away, and bellows, “Get the fuck out of here.”

Dizzy from the abrupt change, I stagger away and turn back as Cyn pounds into Weasel and the gun flies. I don’t have time to react before Jig grabs it up and tosses it over the side, where it presumably lands in the river. It’s too dark to see.

Absently I note I’m panting when Iris appears out of nowhere and pulls me along to the car. At the last second, I glance back, relieved to see Cyn standing over Weasel on the ground, but then Cyn looks up at me, and I suck in a breath.

His eyes are dark pools of anger, but there’s also a fire behind them that makes goosebumps cascade over my skin painfully.

Iris grabs my arm. He looks away and we pass into the trees. Before I know it, we’re speeding out of the lot and I stare behind me, bewildered by the events that just took place.

I just fought a guy for a gun. What the hell is wrong with me?

???

We end up at an all-night diner, where Iris leads me to a booth, and I slide in across from her in a daze.

She orders two coffees, and I glance up, studying her face as she sips from hers. What’s she thinking behind that calm facade?

“What was that?” I demand.

Raising her eyes, she looks at me over the rim. “What?”

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