Collide (Collide, #1)(83)

As the crowd thinned, Fallon, Trevor, and Gavin came into view, both men wearing heated looks on their faces with Fallon appearing just as shocked.

“Oh God, Dillon, you’re bleeding,” Emily cried out.

Gavin looked to Dillon, his tone harsh. “What the f*ck happened?”

“She f*cking happened! Get your f*cking shit, Emily!”

Something flared in Dillon’s eyes—something Emily didn’t dare to question in that moment. She’d never seen him look so dark and full of vengeance. With her body shaking, she watched as one of the bouncers feverishly escorted him out of the bar by his elbow.

Still crying, Emily came to a stop, her hand rushing to her mouth as she frantically looked around. “My purse. Who has my purse?”

“I do,” Fallon said, quickly handing it to her.

When they emerged from the bar, Emily found Dillon pacing back and forth in the parking lot, both of his hands gripping his hair.

“Dillon,” Gavin yelled out, approaching him. “What the f*ck happened in there?”

Not answering, Dillon stalked over to Emily and pulled her by the arm. She tried backing away, but his ironclad grip was too tight. He grabbed her chin in his hand, forcefully yanking it up. “You just let some random guy touch you! What are you—a f*cking whore?”

All. Gavin. Saw. Was. Blood. Red.

The hair on his arms stood on end. With a muscle working in his jaw, hostility bleeding from his shoulders, and the light blue of his eyes blazing like hot coals, Gavin delivered and connected a sharp, brutal jab to Dillon’s jaw, snapping his head back. Dillon hit the asphalt with a sickening thud, his body unmoving—completely down for the count.

Emily stumbled back from the impact and landed on the ground. Sliding against tiny pieces of gravel, she felt the bottom of her palms and wrists rip open.

Paying no mind to his unconscious friend lying on the floor, Gavin’s eyes immediately flew to Emily. His heart clenched in his chest. In one gentle sweeping motion, he lifted her from the ground and searched her face worriedly. “Jesus, Emily, tell me I didn’t accidentally hit you.” He ran his fingers across her cheeks, eventually caressing them through her hair. With his body shaking, he stared into her eyes, his voice a low whisper. “God, please tell me I didn’t.”

She swallowed tightly, shock settling through every limb in her body. “No, you didn’t hit me,” she choked out, tears streaming down her face.

For the second time tonight, relief washed through Gavin. “I’m taking you back to your apartment,” he whispered, his hands sliding down her arms.

“I…I can’t ju…just leave him here, Gavin,” she stammered, wiping her eyes.

“You can, and you will,” he answered softly. He looked to Trevor. “You’ll bring him to your place tonight.”

Crouching on the floor next to Dillon with his hand on his pulse, Trevor looked up and nodded. “Yeah, but you’re helping me get him in my car.”

Although it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to throw Dillon into Trevor’s trunk and sink him somewhere in the Atlantic, Gavin reluctantly agreed. After a very drunk and very knocked-out Dillon was tossed into Trevor’s car, Gavin took Emily home. The entire ride over his stomach twisted with pain, listening to her cry as she explained what had happened. Her expression was vulnerable, and the need for answers swirled in her eyes.

After they entered her apartment, Gavin had her sit down on the couch as he retrieved a washcloth and bandages from the bathroom. He also filled a bowl with cool water. When he emerged from the kitchen, he found her rocking back and forth, cradling her face in her hands. Heaviness settled in his chest like a brick. The urge to take her into his arms and shield her from the pain she was feeling was almost impossible for him to resist.

Sitting himself on the floor in front of her, Gavin dipped the washcloth into the water and reached for one of her wrists. She flinched back in noticeable pain as he laid it across her skin. Now he felt anger surge within him, knowing that Dillon had caused all of it. Gavin gritted his teeth as he squeezed the excess water from the cloth, noticing its white color was tinged pink from her blood. The blood from this beautiful woman was brought on by an *—an * that didn’t deserve her smile, her touch, her warmth, or her love.

None of it.

Wanting to tell her how much better he could treat her, see to her every need, and take care of her in every way possible, Gavin found his voice trapped in yearning, not wanting to upset her further.

“I’m sorry that I caused this to happen, Gavin. I’m so sorry,” she whispered as tears steadily trickled down her cheeks.

With his brows creased and head tilted, Gavin applied the last bandage. He looked up to her and tried to understand why she would say that. “You think this was your fault?”

“Yes. Dillon was right. If I didn’t let that guy touch me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“Emily…” he paused, bringing his hand up to cup the curve of her jaw. “You’re not responsible for what happened. Do you understand me?”

Sniffling, she adamantly shook her head and stared into his eyes. “No, Gavin, I’m responsible. I had no right talking to that guy to begin with.” She started sobbing uncontrollably. “You and Dillon were friends, and now you won’t be after this. I can’t believe what I’ve caused.”