Silent No More(37)

“He told me to come get him if a hot redhead walked in.” She places her hands on her hips. “I’m Nikki by the way,” she says.

“Nice to meet you, Nikki. So where’s your brother?” I ask.

“He’s over there, beating the shit out of my boyfriend,” she smirks, pointing to the cage with two men inside.

Fuck, that’s hot! Nikki starts to walk in the direction of the cage and I follow.

“Hey, Nick, your girl’s here,” Nikki yells as we approach the cage. Nick looks in my direction and smiles. He immediately receives a punch in the mouth from Jase.

“Thanks, baby,” Jase says without taking his eyes off Nick. Jase and Nick stop and exit the cage. Nick immediately comes up to me and pulls me into a passionate kiss. His kiss has a metallic taste. There is a small amount of blood in the corner of his mouth. I assume this is where Jase hit him. He has a little blood on his bicep too, but I don’t think it’s his. Jase is bleeding a little from the side of his eyebrow.

“Nick, get off the girl. You’re going to get her sweaty and bloody,” Nikki says, a disgusted look at her brother.

He releases me and grabs a towel. “It’s my sweat and blood, so who gives a fuck,” he says to his sister.

“Maybe she does,” Nikki retorts.

“She doesn’t,” he replies, walking up to me to towel off the small amount of blood he left from the kiss. Strangely, I don’t mind. His sweat and blood taste rather good. Why does this not gross me out?

“Nick, have you eaten lunch yet? I’m starving,” I say when he removes the towel from my mouth.

“Holy shit, he lets you call him Nick?” she asks, looking at me and laughing hysterically. “He’s never let anyone get away with that except me,” she says, continuing to laugh uncontrollably.

“Fuck off, Nikki.” Nick glares at his sister.

“Get off the man’s back, Nikki. He can’t help it if he’s pussy whipped after two days,” Jase says, taking the towel Nikki is holding out for him.

“Fuck you,” Nick responds, eyeing Jase. Jase and Nikki laugh. He turns to me. “Yes I could eat. Let me shower and we’ll get out of here,” he says, and leans down to kiss my forehead. He walks off in the direction of the back of the building. I assume that’s where the showers and locker room is.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerges and looks killer wearing a white Ralph Lauren polo shirt, jeans that fit perfectly, and sneakers. This man is hot.

Hot like sin I tell you.

“Let’s go, babe,” he says while guiding me to the door.





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Fifteen minutes later, we are settling into a booth in a small pub. He orders a Heineken and I go with a Red Stripe. He hands me a menu and I scan it deciding on a grilled chicken club sandwich with honey mustard and chips.

Hey, a girl’s got to eat!

The waiter returns with our drinks and I tell him my order. Nick orders the same thing, but without honey mustard. “So what did you have to do today?” he asks after taking a long pull of his beer.

“Did some shopping, stopped by work to check on Jenny and then I got all my things from my apartment or…former apartment I guess I should say,” I reply with a small laugh and take a small sip of my own beer. It’s cold and feels nice sliding down my throat.

“You what?” he says, looking concerned. “You didn’t go there alone, did you?” A look of shock forms across his face.

“Yes, of course I did. I used to live there and needed my things,” I say and take another sip. Maybe I should have left the last part out of my story. No, it would have come up later when he saw all the stuff in my car.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me? I would have gone with you,” he barks. I think he’s getting angry with me.

Really?

“I didn’t need anyone’s help. What’s the big effin deal?” I ask. My tone is a bit of a bark too, but I want him to get my point. I’m an adult and I don’t need a bodyguard.

“What’s the big deal? Are you serious? That asshole assaulted you…twice. That’s the big fucking deal.” The last part is said through clenched teeth.

“Calm down and drink your beer. You look like you need it.” I really can’t believe he’s acting like this, and then again, I really don’t know him all that well. I continue, “Luke didn’t assault me. Well, not really, or at least not intentionally. The first night he was really drunk, and yesterday...well, I wouldn’t call a scratch an assault.”

“I’m not going to calm down, and yes, he did assault you,” he says as he’s balling a fist.