Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(26)
“Mmmmm…. Fuckboy?” She squinted her eyes as if she couldn’t really tell who I was at first.
“What?” I was so f*cking confused. “Fuckboy? You have got to be kidding me,” I huffed out, getting more frustrated with each second that passed. I should’ve known she would be of no help to me, when she was already ten sheets to the wind.
“Noelle’s phone, your name is Fuckboy.” She giggled and hiccupped, excusing herself with another bout of laughter. I could barely understand her as her words slurred together all becoming one. I took a deep breath in through my nose and exhaled it out of my mouth trying to calm myself.
You’ll find her.
The thought of anything happening to her lit my body on fire.
I was seconds away from coming unhinged, my body temperature was rising, and the need to destroy something becoming stronger. Noelle was going to f*cking kill me if she didn’t make an appearance here shortly.
“Jordan,” I growled her name, “I need you to think really hard, really f*cking hard on where you think she could be.” I wasn’t above pleading to find her. Noelle was too good for a place like this, surrounded by a bunch of drunk idiots that could easily take advantage of her. We both knew there was no way I was going to let that happen to her.
She was mine, every last drop of pure innocence that radiated from her.
Jordan’s movements were wobbly as she lifted a finger placing it against her nose. “She likessss youuuuu, you knowwww?” Again her words were slurred. I wasn’t sure this was even worth it. It only seemed to be adding to the anger I was already feeling.
I exhaled. “That’s not what I asked you, Jordan! Please focus; just think. Please.” I released my hold on Jordan long ago, afraid that if I didn’t I would squeeze the life out of her. Now my fingers gripped the edge of the counter, looking out the French doors that opened up into the back yard. There was a large crowd that started to form outside.
This chick needed a glass of water. She was far too wasted to be of any use to me and was probably a danger to everyone here, including herself. Walking over to the stainless steel fridge, I yanked open the door and found a few bottles of cold water. I grabbed three of them and brought them back over to Jordan.
“Here, drink these. You’re plastered and need to sober up.” I done my one good deed of the day, and now I needed to find Noelle.
“No, and I know what you asked, Fuckboy. I’m just telling you that she L.I.K.E.S…” she spelt the words out and poked me in the chest. “You.” I was frustrated, irritated, and annoyed beyond disbelief. I grabbed one of the water bottles that I had placed next to her, and twisted the cap off, shoving the water into one of her hands.
“Drink it,” I ordered.
“No. She like’s youuuuuu, Fuckboy.” A bubble of laughter hiccuped out of her mouth.
“I don’t care if she likes me, because she’s going to hate me once I find her ass. Now less talking and more drinking of the water,” I hissed out. I just finished speaking when Noelle’s squeals of laughter met my ears.
I knew for sure it was hers because of the softness and hiccup that resonated from deep in her throat. I shoved away from the counter with one final glance at Jordan saying, “Drink that water, I will be back for you as soon as I find Noelle.” Walking down out onto the deck and into the back yard, I saw her standing right next to the fire pit. That *, Dom, with his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder, snuggling her into his chest.
MINE. This motherf*cker was going to pay for touching what’s mine.
You could say right then and there something snapped in me, or you could say I snapped long before that moment.
Who did he think he was, and why the f*ck was she letting him touch her? I couldn’t think anymore; all I could do was act. Nothing I would say would prove my point. Bone against bone. Blood pooling beneath a body. Those were all the things that would prove a point.
I ran the rest of the distance that separated us, lifting my fist with precision and the right angle to hit him straight in the back of the head. I didn’t care if it was a cheap shot, or if it made me look like an *. All I cared about was getting back what was mine.
The second my fist made contact with his skull, mayhem ensued. Dom fell to the ground with a groan, bringing Noelle down with him. They landed in a heap on the grass. She rolled away from him, fear forcing her to back away from the whole situation. When her eyes met mine, I lost it.
The look of horror on her face told me she knew better. It told me she understood that this was her fault. I was protecting and defending what was mine, even if I didn’t claim it. I didn’t have to claim Noelle for her to be mine. It was ingrained in me. When her heart was beating, mine was too. When she cried, I felt her pain. She was mine because I wanted her to be mine, and now this f*cker had to pay for touching what was mine.
I rolled my shoulders, sending her a look of detest. I would deal with her later because right now all I wanted to do was kick the f*ck out of this guy for touching something as precious as Noelle. I was the only disgraceful f*ck that could touch her because I knew her worth, and I knew that she deserved better than someone like me. This guy didn’t, and he wouldn’t care that he ripped her to pieces. I bent down on my haunches waiting for the f*cker to get up. I was ready, so f*cking ready. I was defending what was mine, and showing everyone else here what happened when they f*cked with Noelle.