Shut up? SHUT UP?!
My brain went straight to my hands. Before I knew what was happening, I lunged, and my nails dug deep against the stripper's perfumed scalp. I yanked her hair with my fingers so hard I thought I'd rip it right out.
The bitch screamed. Loud. My eardrums were about one octave away from busting.
I let out a growl, whipping her around with all my strength when she stood up and tried to fight back.
Two other girls backstage started hollering. Luckily, they didn't interfere, just stood there pointing and laughing while Trig got the jump on me and flattened me against the ground.
I went down kicking and scratching. No more nice girl.
She clawed at my face with her long extensions. They were sharper than they looked. I screamed, found her wrist with my teeth, and bit hard. Never stopping until I tasted blood.
Her pain howled through the thick curtain separating us from the stage, and I could hear the commotion out there rising.
Ever since I'd shown up here, I'd been abused, brushed off, and scorned by these dumb girls who probably had half the brain cells I did to rub together.
Whatever, brains wouldn't help me now. I fought with all my strength, rolling and snarling while the other girls screams grew louder.
I didn't realize how far we'd moved until men were jeering all around us. We'd wrestled right through the curtain, out onto stage, and now we were tonight's latest act.
The hot spotlight burned my eyes. Mostly, I just saw red as Trig's dark silhouette sat on my chest, slapping me across the face over and over again.
Something unnatural tore through my veins, a demon energy pounding in my chest.
I'm already in too deep, and I'm NOT losing. Fuck you, bitch.
I opened my mouth, knew I was screaming bloody murder, but I couldn't hear anything except my own heart pounding in my temples. Sheer adrenaline tensed my muscles, giving me superhuman strength.
I screamed and screamed, pushing her with all my weight. A second later, she was off me, and then I jumped all over her.
Men roared louder, drowning us out. One guy tried to climb on the stage.
“Fucking hell, look at these bimbos go!”
“Why the hell's the little one still got her damned clothes on?”
“Cat-Fight! Cat-Fight! Cat-Fight!”
I gave the stripper's hair another raging pull. I would've done it this time, torn her stupid locks straight out of her head – if only somebody else hadn't yanked on mine.
Frozen, I looked up.
For a second, I swore I'd started hallucinating. Firefly hauled me up into his monstrous arms, threw me over his shoulder, and headed backstage.
“Don't you dare break this up, you bastard!” I snarled, talking through the pain still rattling through my teeth. “Don't. You. Dare!”#p#分页标题#e#
I pounded his back, cursing up a storm, catching one more glimpse of Skin and a couple other big bikers shuttling Trig through the throngs of screaming drunks.
“Let me go, damn you! Don't you know the other bitch started it?”
“Babe, I don't give a fuck. Right now, I've had it up to here with your shit. Any more, and your hot little ass is gonna feel the sunny side of my hand.”
My shit? If he didn't have such a strong hold on me, I'd have whipped around and slapped him across the face.
Harder than I'd ever done it before. I wanted to hurt him, just like the past week had torn at me, no matter how insane it seemed.
I didn't care if he made good on his promises to pull my pants down and spank me.
Didn't care if it would've boiled my blood so hot it came pouring out my ears.
Jesus, I didn't fucking care if I'd have loved every second of it. Didn't care if it distracted me from the lunatic anger quaking through my body, imagining his violent hands slapping my ass as red as the neon lights in the club.
Nothing else mattered except finding Trig and finishing what we'd started!
I was still kicking when he put me down. I touched my lip, wincing when I felt the big cut I'd gotten from one of the bitch's punches, and hoped to holy God the skank wasn't carrying any diseases.
Supposedly, Meg tested all the girls regularly for babies and STDs. And right now, a very disappointed looking Megan Willow Wilder stared me down, her arms folded.
Firefly made damned sure I kept my butt in the chair where he'd planted me.
“I'm disappointed,” she said, shaking her head. “Believe it or not, despite what this place is, we're supposed to keep a certain order around here.”
Firefly nodded. I looked at them both defiantly.
The way I burned for him – that was dangerous – especially when the only thing blazing should've been rage and shame.
“I couldn't take it anymore,” I said. “I thought I could, and I'm sorry I let you down. I just hit my limit and...I broke, Meg.”