Page 100 of The Teacher of Nothing
Before I reach my vehicle, they’ve both responded.
Dempsey: Is she hurt????
Spencer: Why are we meeting at Willa’s?
Me: Just do it!
I fling open the car door and hop inside. My phone buzzes with more texts.
Spencer: On our way.
Dempsey: Are you fucking her???
I send a thumb emoji. They can sort it out themselves on who I was talking to. For the record, it was both. Peeling out of the police station parking lot, I haul ass toward her house. As I near our road, Spencer’s midnight-black BMW 8 Series darts out in front of traffic, causing a few vehicles to honk and swerve.
Crazy little shit.
I’m thankful they’re not wasting any time, though. Spencer drives like he’s training for NASCAR and barrels down the road ahead of me. My heart is beating out of my chest. Worry strangles my throat to the point I can’t breathe. I push the button to the window, inhaling the cold air as it whips at my face. The drive to Willa’s doesn’t take long and when we’re in front of her house, the three of us bolt toward her open window.
As we near, I hear her whimpers.
Her motherfucking pleas.
So help me, if that psycho touched her…
I don’t finish that thought as I push the curtains out of the way and step into her room. My shoes crunch on glass. I freeze for half a second, trying to process the scene.
My girl…
My fucking girl is pinned beneath Levi. Both their shirts are gone. She’s struggling as he works at pulling her pants off.
He doesn’t hear me or see me.
Willa’s dark eyes find mine and a sob of relief escapes her. Meanwhile, I detonate like a bomb.
With a roar that is so powerful it could rattle the house, I charge for him. Crashing into him, I grab hold of him and roll away from her. We continue to roll until we land on the floor with him on top of me. Dempsey’s and Spencer’s voices can beheard beyond the rage ringing in my ears, but I don’t stop to investigate or worry over the fact they’re seeing Willa topless.
Right now, all I care about is killing this motherfucker.
I slam my fist into his face, knocking him off me. Before he can sit up, I’m on him, sitting on his stomach so I can rain my fists down on him. He’s young and strong, but my fury makes me an unbeatable beast.
For every two punches I land, he gets one in on me back, most of which hit my ribs. It hurts like hell, but I won’t rest until I’ve beat this asshole to a pulp. I bellow and scream at him as I punish him for touching her.
“Callum!”
Willa’s voice, a terrified sob in her throat, cuts through my vengeful haze. I want to go to her. To hold her against me and never let go.
“I hear sirens,” Spencer says. “A neighbor must have called the cops.”
My throat is hoarse from yelling and calling Levi every name in the book. No wonder the cops were called. Fuck.
“Go,” I growl to my nephew. “Take Dempsey and go.”
“So you can take the fall for this dipshit?” Spencer bites back. “No.Youneed to go. There’s a lot more on the line for you.”
Levi moans in pain but keeps trying to punch me. Before I can land another hit, Dempsey grabs me by the collar of my shirt, dragging me away.
“Let go,” I snarl. “I said fucking let me go!”
