She pouted, glaring daggers at me, and I waited for the onslaught of curse words to roll off her tongue. Even when we’d been sleeping together, Candice had always loved dirty talk, but what she’d loved more was screaming at me and swearing when I pissed her off.
“You total jackass! You stupid fuck!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Bingo, there we go.
Somehow her voice was more high-pitched than the wailing auto-tuned dubstep singer on the song which was playing at the moment. “You’re gonna regret this, you fucking cunt!” she continued as I fixed her with a bored expression.
“Sure, Candy, whatever you say,” I replied, waving my hand.
I was tired from the whole ordeal already, and I’d barely even walked into the club. There was a long night ahead of me, so I waved my hand to the security guards and then gestured towards Candice, making sure they escorted her the fuck out of my club.
I didn’t know what I was going to do about her. I knew she liked getting what she wanted, and she’d managed to cross every line and then some in her efforts to get me back. Thinking back, I didn’t even understand how we’d started hooking up in the first place. Sure, she was hot as hell, but she had nothing on Rory. Speaking of Rory, I needed to stop comparing every damn woman on the planet to her. My stepsister.
I dealt with the drunken people situation first to distract myself, tipping our cleaning ladies extra to come clean up the mess once I’d managed to get a hold of them. By the time I’d gotten most of the drunkards kicked out of the club, I was annoyed as hell.
I headed towards one of the bars, even though I usually never drank on the job. Tonight was just one of those nights when I desperately needed some goddamn liquid strength to put up with all this shit. Might as well, anyway. Tis the season to be jolly, and whatnot…
“Scotch on the rocks,” I said to one of the bartenders, a lanky bearded guy called Nick.
He gave me a sympathetic smile and started pouring my drink, and as I waited, my eyes drifted across the club, trying to discern if there was any more trouble brewing anywhere. It must’ve been a full moon or something, because people were acting off-their-rocker crazy.
I was looking for trouble, and trouble I found.
I saw a guy in a corner, tall and broad-shouldered, and it took me a moment to realize there was also a girl behind him, trying to squeeze past him to get away. She was only about half his size, maybe even smaller. From the way her legs were shaking. I figured she was drunk out of her mind, but the broad-shouldered guy wouldn’t let her pass. Every time she managed to get away, he’d block her path and stop her from moving past him.
I only needed to watch this game of cat and mouse for a few seconds to know what was going on. The guy was trying to force himself on the girl. This kind of shit did not fly in Helvetica, especially on my watch.
“Finn,” Nick said in a warning tone, seeing what my eyes were locked on. “Maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Could just be a couple having an argument.”
He passed me my drink and I gulped it down in one go, slamming the glass down on the bar furiously when I was done. “Maybe I should jump to conclusions,” I growled, moving in the direction of the guy and the drunk girl.
I hated this job sometimes. I fucking hated seeing guys taking advantage of drunken girls, and whenever I saw someone doing it, I took the problem into my own hands. I knew that wasn’t always a wise decision, yet I couldn’t quite stop myself. I needed to put an end to that sort of shit, and besides, someone had to do it.
Having reached the guy in a few long steps, I tapped him on the shoulder and flashed him a warning look as he turned to face me. He looked fucking furious. Enormous, too.#p#分页标题#e#
I turned to face the girl. She was hammered as fuck, shaky on her legs and muttering nonsense. It was obvious she was in no state to be flirted with; she needed to be in bed with a bucket next to it just in case.
“Is this guy bothering you?” I asked, trying to keep up a pleasant tone.
“Mind your own damn business,” the guy snarled at me.
I ignored him, focusing on the trembling girl. “Are you okay? Do you need someone to take you home?” I asked. “I can get one of the security guys to give you a ride.”
“She’s coming home with me, so don’t bother,” the guy said, spittle flying into my face. “You can fuck off now, jackass.”
My patience was wearing thin, and I knew I shouldn’t engage with the moron, but I was in a fucking foul mood. And so I turned to face him, offering him a pleasant fake smile.