Page 223 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

I looked her straight in the eye. “No, Sara, you were unable to keep him. You aren’t equipped. You are nothing but a needy, crazy psychopath,” I spat.

I took a few steps away from her so we were now in full sight of everyone. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do, so I wanted to get in plain sight to deter her from doing anything extreme. By the crazed look in her eye, I knew I was wrong in assuming she would behave.

“You fucking bitch!” Sara screamed, causing all eyes to turn in our direction.

Sara charged at me and grabbed a chunk of my hair and rammed my head against the wall. I saw stars and my vision blurred, but I didn’t feel any real pain. I was in shock that I was being attacked. She continued her assault by attempting to hit and punch my face. For the most part, I was doing a good job blocking her flaying hands. Everything was happening so fast, and I was still stunned from having my head bashed against the wall, I wasn’t really sure what was happening around me. I heard shouts and screams in the background and suddenly one booming voice stood out.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” Caine roared. I felt him tug me away from the onslaught.

I was able to compose myself the minute I was safely in Caine’s arms. Someone was holding back a struggling and out of control Sara, who obviously wanted to continue her attack. I looked to my right and saw Coley charge toward Sara with fire in her eyes. Kendall was right behind her. Had they been able to actually reach Sara, she would have been in a world of hurt for sure. Matt grabbed Kendall and held her back, while another one of Caine’s friends wrapped Coley in his arms. Everyone was screaming and shouting, and it was hard to focus on what was going on. I could feel Caine shaking with rage as he held me.

“Get her the fuck out of here! Travis, get your bitch out of here this instant!” Caine shouted.

“What the hell is she doing here? I didn’t invite that fucking lunatic!” Coley screamed.

The man that was holding her back was trying to calm her down with little avail.

Sara wiggled her way out of her captor’s arms and tried to pounce on me again. “You fucking whore! You wanted him all along! You are nothing but a dirty, fucking…”

Caine put his hand out to block her attack and in the most forbidding voice I had ever heard, shouted, “Don’t ever come near her again!” Sara froze in fear. I don’t think Caine would have hit her, but his voice and his posture were scary enough.

A man was making his way through the crowd and grabbed Sara by the arm. Caine obviously recognized him and shot daggers in his direction.

“Travis, get her out of here this instant! Get some control over your woman or I will!”

“I’m sorry, Caine. I’ll make sure this doesn’t ever happen again,” Travis replied. He looked at Sara with anger in his eyes and said, “Sara, we’re leaving.”

Sara violently pulled her arm away. “I will not!” She turned toward me and shouted, “Stop hiding behind Caine you little cowardly whore!”

Before I even had a chance to respond, Travis grabbed Sara by the arm and slapped her ass hard. Wide-eyed, she turned toward him. I couldn’t tell if her shock was the pain, or the fact he gave her a single spank in public. Travis smacked her ass one more time and glared a warning so severe it was clear what would happen if Sara continued her tirade. Sara took a few moments to assess Travis’s face and then lowered her eyes. She took the very public display of discipline as a warning that more was to come if she continued.

Travis pulled Sara through the crowd without saying another word and stormed out the front door. Obviously, her new boyfriend was livid with Sara and didn’t want to continue the scene any further.

Caine turned toward me and scanned my face and body with his eyes. “Jesus, Neely, are you all right? Are you hurt?”

Coley, Kendall and Rebecca all came rushing over asking the same questions. I was overwhelmed, and I was embarrassed by all the attention.

“I’m fine. Just a little shocked, I guess. Please, just get back to the party,” I pleaded.

Caine picked up on my discomfort. “Come on. Let’s go get a breath of fresh air. Excuse us.” He led me to the patio.

When we were outside, he pulled me into a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry, Neely. I’m so sorry. I should have been there. I shouldn’t have left you alone,” Caine apologized.

“It’s not your fault,” I murmured against his chest. Feeling his warm body against mine made me want to snuggle closer. Even after being attacked, I felt safe and calm in his embrace. I did enjoy the extra attention I was getting from him.

“Do you want to go home?” he asked, concerned. He lightly brushed his fingertips along my jaw. How a man so strong could be so gentle boggled my mind.

“No, not at all. I don’t want what she did to ruin this party. Can we please just go inside and act like this whole scene didn’t happen?”

Caine furrowed his brows and scanned my face with his worried eyes. “Are you sure you’re all right? Do you hurt anywhere?”

I smiled to reassure him. “I’m fine. Embarrassed and pissed at Sara, but I’m fine.” I noticed Caine was still shaking. “What about you? Are you all right?”

Caine ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. “Not really. It was the worst feeling to see what was happening and not be able to get there quick enough. Jesus, Neely, she slammed your head into the wall!”

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly on his lips. “It’s over now. I have a tough head, I guess.” I laughed but stopped when I realized Caine didn’t find my comment funny. “I’m all right, I promise,” I assured.

I looked through the window to see my concerned friends starring out at us. “It looks like we have an audience. We better go inside and put everyone’s minds at ease,” I stated.

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