“I see you’ve been served. Please don’t hesitate to call me over if you need anything else,” I said and left.
Prick! Asshole! Idiot! God, I was so stupid. He broke the rules so he gets to pay the penalty. Fuck him! Now Sofia will get the money no matter what. I stood by the bar and waited for Jace to finish up some drinks I had punched in before my little incident with Lucifer. I could feel the tidal wave of anger coming toward me. I turned and Daimon was already next to me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the back of the bar.
“What the fuck, Addie?” he seethed as he held me against the wall.
“Don’t bother,” I coldly. “The only thing I feel guilty about was pouring perfectly good whiskey on your sorry ass.” He grabbed my arms tighter pushing me harder against the wall. “You broke the rules, Daimon, now you suffer the consequences. I no longer need to act like your fucking plaything. So why don’t you go out there and have your little girl lick the whiskey you expensively paid for off your dick and leave me the hell alone,” I said hatefully.
I was seeing red, I was so angry. I had never in my life felt like that before. I had always been resigned to the fact I wasn’t good enough, but for some fucking reason right now Daimon had pushed the wrong button. He stared angrily at me, his electric blue eyes chilling me to the bone.
“Either say something or get the fuck off me,” I fired back. When he didn’t say a word I pushed him off me. “Before I go, you better make sure the money is in my account.” I turned and left him there.
I rode the wave of emotions I was feeling and the night went by quickly. Jace never said a word to me about Daimon. Thankfully, Elissa never saw it and Darren acted like he didn’t know. To be perfectly honest, I preferred it this way. I didn’t want to explain what had occurred between us. We no longer existed and I was glad it was all over now.
“Bye, Addie,” Pete called out as I left the bar.
“Night, Pete. See you.” I waved over my head and headed down the street.
I at least had the presence of mind to bring my shitty car. I had parked it a few blocks down from the bar. The street was eerily quiet, making me nervous. I hated walking alone late at night. As I made my way to my car, I couldn’t help but feel like shit. Daimon had really fucked me up. I hated that I was so bothered by seeing someone around him. He was the one who sought me out and made this stupid deal with me. So why the fuck did he break the rules? Didn’t he need my help anymore?
“Looking good, Addie,” Frank said as he walked over to me from the opposite end of the street. The fucker came out from the shadows. My heart jumped and started to beat rapidly. “You never looked like that when you were with me. Maybe if you had, I would still be with you,” he grinned.
“What do you want, Frank?” I asked as I clutched at my purse and stepped away from him.
“I came to see about my money. Honestly, Addie, and here I thought you were a smart girl.” He shook his head at me like I was an idiot. “So where’s my money, bitch?” He took a few menacing steps closer.
“Get away from me,” I yelled and began to run down the quiet sidewalk. The streetlights barely worked, and no one was around.
I finally made it to my car. I reached for the door, but the fucking thing wouldn’t open. I tried pulling at it, but nothing. I yanked and still nothing. Fuck! It was stuck. Before I knew it Frank latched onto me and threw me onto the car.
“I like the little number you’re wearing,” he breathed as he lay on top of me, his chest pinning me down and his hand slowly riding up my thigh.
“Get off me,” I yelled, but he didn’t move.
“If you won’t pay me, I’ll just make you pay in other ways,” he said callously as he began to move up my dress. I felt his cold fingertips on my skin making me shiver in fear.
“Please stop,” I begged as I tried to fight back.
“You smell so good, Addie,” Frank said low and slow.
“GET THE FUCK OFF HER!”
I stumbled free from Frank. He was no longer on me, but on the ground as Daimon straddled him and began pummeling him.
“Stop!” I cried out. “Daimon, stop. Please!” I begged.
When he wouldn’t stop, I ran to him and pulled him off. Frank lay limp on the ground not moving, blood slowly seeping from Frank’s nose and face. Daimon’s chest was moving rapidly as he breathed erratically. His mouth opened to help him breathe as he glared at Frank on the ground. He fished out his phone and called the police.
“Yeah. I just beat the shit out of a guy who was trying to rape my girlfriend,” Daimon said to whoever was on the phone. “Yeah, we’ll be here.” He hung up as his eyes turned to me. “Why did you stop me?” he shouted.