Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (20 page)

The gang is really malicious and fucked up. I hate,
hate
that
I need them, but I do. If I do this now, they’ll let me stay. If I fuck it up,
I’m out, and I’ll never get my brother back.

Fuck. This is so wrong.

I take out the bag of drugs, rolling it up and down between my
fingers. I’m tempted to trade it, but it feels like I’m making the worst
mistake in my life. Or rather, in that kid’s life.

Suddenly she leaps forward and snatches it from my hand, throwing
the bundle of money at my face.

“Don’t make me fucking wait on my stash,” she snaps, and then she
turns around and walks away, dragging the kid along with her.

“Wait!” I yell, and I run after her, burying the money in my
pockets.

“What? I’m not giving it back. I paid for it, fair and square.”

“I know.” I go to my knees as the little guy looks up toward me.
“Here,” I say. I take off my jacket and drape it over his quivering shoulders.

“We don’t need your help. I can’t pay for that,” Jennifer says.

“It’s free and it’s his now. I’m not letting you go until you
promise he can keep it.”

“And what makes you think you can stop me from walking out of here?”

I squint, making a promise with my eyes that I
will
do what I
say.

She sighs. “Fine, whatever. C’mon.” She tugs the kid’s arm.

I watch them walk off into the streets and wait until they’ve
disappeared from my view before I get back onto the campus ground. Letting it
sink in what I just did, I feel the need to cry. Not because of my situation,
but because of that kid. I don’t need to see into their lives to know what he’s
going through. I’ve been there.

That was my life I was just looking at.

Leaning against the fence, I slowly sink to the ground and bury my
head between my arms. My energy is drained. I feel exhausted and frustrated. My
body feels limp and weak. I am weak.

And I’m furious. Alpha Psi did this on purpose, and it’s a fucking
low blow. This was part of my punishment. I should’ve known. It’s just so
fucking hard to keep this up. I’m not even sure I can do this anymore.

I slam my fist into the ground, bellowing out loud, throwing all my
anger into it. I don’t care what happens, but I swear right here, right now, I
will take them down. Whatever the cost, I’ll make it happen.

After sitting on the ground for a while, I get up and make my way to
the dorm. I have no idea what to do. I can’t get my mind off that trade, that
woman, that kid, and it’s ruining me. Of all the times I don’t remember
anything, this is the time I can’t forget? It’s eating me up, and I need
something to take away the pain. Or someone.

Leafy.

What I need most right now is her. The girl who can take my thoughts
and make them disappear. The girl who can help me get through this. The girl I
can spend time with and feel like everything’s okay. Even if it’s wrong or
selfish, I’ll gladly take it. I don’t care if it makes me a monster; I need her
to numb the pain.

I make my way up the stairs and figure out what I’m gonna do. I’m
torn between wanting to go to her and spend time with her to forget everything,
and choosing what’s better, which is leaving her alone so she doesn’t get
involved with this.

But fuck it. I need her more than I need anyone right now.

So I knock on her door and wait until I hear her sweet, soothing
voice again.

“Come in!”

I swing the door open immediately. When I see her face my heart
stops its erratic beating and starts to finally calm down again. Once I step
into her room I feel like I can let everything go. Just seeing her puts a smile
on my face. Especially when I notice she’s studying again.

“Do you ever do anything else?” I ask.

“I need to get this done in time,” she says, briefly turning her
head to look at me before getting back to her homework.

“Oh, c’mon, you can work me into your schedule.” I walk inside and
stand behind her, peering down at her work. It’s neat and organized, just like
always. Her pretty handwriting stands out like it’s a wedding invitation or
something.

“Sorry, but I don’t have time for sparring today.”

“I’m not talking about sparring.” I lean forward and snatch her book
away. I want her attention, and this is the only way I know how to get it.

“Hey!” she hisses like an angry kitty.

“Chill. I’m just putting it away. See?” I gently place the book on
her shelf, being extra careful with it. “You really need to relax sometimes.”
Actually, we both do. I don’t want to spend my time arguing with her. I just
want to have some fun.

“I am relaxed,” she says. Yeah, right.

I put my hands on her shoulders and start massaging her slowly,
sensually. It’s hard not to touch her bare skin as I put my fingers on her. Her
muscles are all tensed up, and she needs to relax just like I do. Sometimes you
just need to do something totally different and exciting. Something to feel
alive again.

“See? All tensed up. Can’t be good,” I say. “Tell you what, why
don’t we go hang someplace today? Takes your mind off things for a while.”

“But it’s almost evening, I can’t—”

But, but, but. Again. She’s always making up excuses.

“Because it’s evening?” I say jokingly. “C’mon. You gotta give me a
better cop-out story than that.”

“I need to get this done.”

She really doesn’t get it. I wonder if she ever goes out. Maybe I
should just drag her with me, so she knows what I’m talking about. “Homework
can wait. You need to have some fun once in a while.”

“But …”

So many buts. Why? “I’m starting to think you’re just making up
excuses so you can avoid having to hang with me. Are you afraid?” I lower my
head, hovering over her shoulder, and gaze into her round blue eyes. I love how
they light up when I smile.

“No, of course not,” she stammers.

“Do you want me to drag you out of that seat then? And that’s not an
empty threat.” I’m really doing it if she doesn’t get up soon. Besides, it’s a
good excuse for me to put my hands on her again.

“Oh, all right,” she says.

Finally. “Awesome, let’s go.”

I spin her chair, pull her with me and drag her through the door.

♥♥♥

I take her to the place my brother and I used to go before … well,
let’s just say this movie theatre is special to me. It’s where I go to take my
mind off things. To relax a little and forget about all the horrors of the
outside world. Just letting my mind drift away into a fantasy land created by a
movie, that’s the life.

Once we get to the place, I check if the coast is clear.

“We’re going to the movies?” she asks, looking up at the theatre. I
nod.

“I can’t pay for that, you know,” she says.

Neither of us have any money to pay for the tickets, so it’ll have
to be like always: sneak in and hope we don’t get caught. I always did this
with my brother, but I guess she’s not used to going against the law.

“Don’t need cash to have some fun,” I say, and I grab her hand and
pull her to a side door. I know this thing is always open, because the
employees like to smoke almost every hour.

“What? You want to sneak in?” she says, way too loud.

I place a finger on my lips. She needs to be quiet. “Do you wanna
get caught?”

She shakes her head, but still whispers, “I can’t do this.”

 I roll my eyes. She should really stop worrying about things that
don’t matter. “C’mon, live a little. We won’t get in trouble if you keep your
mouth shut. It’ll be fun. Trust me.”

I pull her with me and we go inside. I check the place for guards
and employees before I run toward the first service-entry door. I know these
always lead straight to the right place, and I’m right. When we go in, the
first thing I see is large red chairs and a giant screen playing a movie. If we
can sneak in now without making any noise, we won’t get caught, but she needs
to stay quiet.

“Quiet,” I whisper to her, making sure she’s not going to do
anything reckless.

I take her to the seats in the back row and when I sit down it’s
like heaven. God, these seats are nice. I always forget how good these feel. I
could almost fall asleep. Maybe I should just bring one of these chairs back
with me to the dorm. I snigger at the thought.

“Do this often?” Leafy suddenly whispers.

She’s still going on about that? I guess it’s really bothering her.
I don’t want to come across like a criminal, so I just say, “Sometimes.”

“But if we get caught, we’ll be in major trouble.”

“I’ve done this often enough to know how not to get caught,” I say,
glaring at the screen in the hopes that she will just give up and learn to let
it go for once. I wonder if she’s always been this strict with rules. She
really doesn’t seem to like breaking them. What is she so afraid of?

I just don’t say anything else, hoping she’ll start watching instead
of worrying. And after a while I think she actually does. She doesn’t seem to
be that tensed up anymore, and her eyes are on the screen, just like mine.
Maybe she just needed reassurance.

When I look at her, I can see she’s liking this movie, because every
other second a big smile appears on her face that just lights my heart on fire.
I like watching her from a distance.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I ask.

“What? The movie? Yeah … it’s fine,” she stammers. She seems taken
aback by my comment, as if she’s suddenly back to feeling guilty about breaking
the rules. I’m not letting her get away with it this time. She is enjoying
this, I saw it with my own eyes. She can’t deny liking the idea of doing
something against the rules sometimes.

“No. You’re starting to like being a lawbreaker,” I say.

She scowls. “I am not!”

I laugh wolfishly. It’s funny to see her get so worked up over being
bad. I like bad. “Of course you are.” She’s so wedged up between her rules that
she’s oblivious to the fun she could have if she’d loosen up. I know she wants
it, she just doesn’t know how.

I lean toward her and say, “You pretend you’re a proper schoolgirl,
but you feel caged by it.” She’s so pretty up close, with her frizzy hair caressing
her cheeks. My fingers instinctively drift toward her hair, and I think she
just stopped breathing. “On the inside you’re begging to be released.” I grab a
strand of her hair and tuck it behind her ears so I can see more of her skin.
I’d do pretty much anything to see more of it. Unfortunately, her hair is as
stubborn as she is.

“I … have to go to the bathroom,” she says, the pitch of her voice
changing.

She jolts up from her seat like a bee stung her in the ass, and she
tries to pass me. Well, I’m not letting her get away that easily. I stretch my
feet, and she stumbles over them. I hold her waist as I try to stop her from
leaving, but instead she falls down right on top of my lap.

Fuck. This feels good. Her tiny ass is pressing down against my cock.
My hands are still on her waist, and I fight the urge to slide them up her body
and grasp her firm tits in my hand.

Holy fuck.

This is just like in my fucking dreams, only this time I’m awake.
Every nerve in my body springs alive, my blood pumping into my cock. There’s
nothing better than having her on my lap like this. I imagine pulling her
trousers and panties down in one go and burying my cock deep into her wet
folds. I want her so badly, but shit, I know she wouldn’t be able to even
handle feeling me getting hard for her like this. I tighten the muscles in my
legs, hoping it masks the boner poking up her ass.

She springs up immediately, scrambling out of the seat like she’s on
fire and wants to douse the flames. She runs out of the theatre with the exact
same penguin-like foot shuffling I saw before, on her first day at campus.
Guess she couldn’t handle it. I chuckle and wait until my cock has deflated
again before getting up from my seat, patting down my pants and going after
her.

I go out the door and make sure the coast is clear before walking
down the hallway. I look around, but don’t spot her anywhere. Don’t tell me she
really made a run for it? I’m not that scary. She could be anywhere.

But then my attention is drawn to someone yelling, and when I hear
her voice I bolt toward the noise. She runs out of the ladies room, clutching
her purse close to her chest, while a guy stomps after her. The moment I see
him and his tattoos, I know who it is. One of the Bentley boys. That dude that
tried to rape her.

“You …” I growl.

I don’t wait one second before storming toward him. Adrenaline
rushes through my body as I ready my muscles for impact. I jab him in the face
as hard as I can, and the guy stumbles backwards. He groans, but then it turns
into rage, and he tries to charge back at me. I’m ready for him. I brace for
impact and raise my leg, kicking him in the nuts as he comes toward me. I’ll
fucking cut off his balls if he touched her again.