Chipper doesn’t respond. He just keeps looking at her like she’s crazy as shit. I can tell he wants to knock her on her ass, but he would never lay a hand on a woman. Well, he may not believe in hitting women, but I sure as hell do. I take a step towards him when Reese grabs my arm. “Let Chipper take care of this.”
I shake my head. “Hell no. I’m not letting that slut talk to him like that.”
“He’s a man, Ice. He won’t want you stepping into his shit. What would his brothers say if you did?”
I take a second to think about his words before nodding. I know Reese is right. Chipper would kick my ass if I got into the middle of this shit. Even worse, he’d have to listen to the rest of the guys calling him a pussy for letting his little girl take care of him. Then, he’d kick my ass for that. Finally, I nod. I’m just about to turn away when the bitch rears back and slaps him. All thoughts of letting Chipper deal with it fly out of my head, and I totally fuckin’ lose it as I rush towards them.
Reese tries to hold me back again by grabbing my arm. “I said, let him handle it.”
“Fuck that shit!” I scream as I swing my body and dislodge his grip on my arm. I race forward and tackle the whore. She starts to use her nails and gets on top of me, but Timmons taught me a few things and every one of them is going to come in handy now.
I grab the side of her face, placing my thumbs in her eyes and push. As I do my best to push her eyeballs through her fuckin’ brain, I roll her over and straddle her. Then, I start punching. “You crazy ass bitch. You don’t come in here and pull this shit.”
I continue to punch and scream, until someone jerks me off of the bitch. I’m so damn mad that I start to fight whoever’s holding me.
“Damn it, Ice. Quit this shit.”
As soon as I hear the gravelly voice, my body goes rock solid. “Let go of me, Kidd.”
This is the first time he’s touched me in years; nearly six to be exact. Even though I’m angry as hell, I have to fight from melting into him. After all this time, my body still knows where it belongs.
He gives my midsection a squeeze. “I will, if you promise to walk out of here.”
“She slapped Chipper.” I shout, wanting to pummel the bitch a little more.
“I know she did, and she’ll pay for that, but you gotta let me take care of it.”
I want to argue. My heart is aching to defend the man that saved me, but my brain is telling me to let the guys do what they need to do. I take a deep breath and nod my head. “Fine, but make sure the bitch gets what’s coming to her.”
I can feel his body vibrate as he chuckles. “Didn’t know you were such a blood thirsty bitch.”
I pull away from him and turn around. “I am, and don’t you forget it.”
Without looking back, I start to walk towards the door. I’m only a few steps away, when I hear a shout. “Grab her.”
I turn around and see Cary running towards me with a fuckin’ knife in her hand. Without taking the time to think about it, I run towards Reese, pull the gun from his hip, and then turn to her. A second later, she’s lying in a pool of blood at my feet.
I can’t seem to take my eyes off of her frozen, crumpled body. The sight of her makes my stomach roll and my heart hurt. What did I just do? Did I really just take another’s life? Oh my God! I drop the gun and sink to the floor.
I feel arms around me and hear murmured voices telling me that it’s okay. It’s ok? How can that be true? How the fuck is this okay? I just killed someone. I just took someone’s life. Nothing will ever be okay again.
I feel tears running down my face. I reach up and try to wipe them away before pulling my shaking hands back and looking at them. For the first time, I notice the vibrant red blood that they’re covered in; blood of the woman I just killed. My already rolling stomach starts to churn, and I know I’m gonna be sick. Oh my God.#p#分页标题#e#
“I’ve got Jenna. You take care of this shit. Make sure that her body is never found.” I hear shouted as I start dry heaving. I can’t believe I killed someone.
I’m jerked up into Kidd’s arms. He pushes my face into his neck. “Shh, baby girl. It’s ok. I’ve got you,” he whispers into my hair.
I shake my head and whisper, “No, no, it’s not ok. Nothing will ever be okay again.”
He walks me to his room and crawls on the bed, still cradling me in his arms. He holds me close as my tears drench his shirt. I can feel him rubbing slow circles on my back, doing his best to soothe me. Neither of us says a thing as I lay there crying. Slowly, the sobs fade away and sleep over takes me.