Nero (Made Men #1)(58)
“Vincent?” Adalyn yelled as she pushed the guy off her.
“Huh?” Lake shoved the guy as she turned to see.
The two girls quickly started walking toward them.
Vincent yelled at them, “What the fuck are you both doing here?”
“They are with us.” Two guys pulled them back behind them.
Nero noticed they weren’t the ones who had been trying to dance with them.
“Okay then, who the fuck are you two?” Vincent asked, pointing to the two who had been trying to dry-hump his sister and her friend.
The two guys reached out and grabbed the girls back.
The one who held Vincent’s sister spoke. “We’re the ones who are going to fuck them by the end of the night. So find your own.”
“Hey, get off me!” Lake hit at the guy holding her by her ass.
“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Adalyn said to the guy pinned to her waist.
Vincent started rolling up his sleeves. “You’ve got this all wrong, motherfucker. That’s my sister you’re holding there, and unfortunately, it will be the last girl you’ll be able to hold.”
The guy groping Lake started to laugh in his face. “This bitch isn’t your sister.” He looked down at Lake. “Looks like your mine.”
Vincent flexed his jaw at the two guys who had been groping the girls on the dance floor. “These fuckers are mine; you two get the little shits who brought them here.”
Nero and Amo started rolling up their sleeves, grinning, looking at the two trying to grab the girls back into their possession.
Nero grabbed Vincent’s shoulder. “Man, I thought you’d never ask.”
Amo snickered. “You guys can thank me later for bringing you here.”
Chapter Twenty—Seven
Out of the Poison’s Doors
Elle and Chloe walked into the dark lounge. Elle hoped Chloe would be okay surrounded by so many people. She looked over at her and saw she tried to make herself as small as possible so people couldn’t bump into her.
“We should go bac—”
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” the chanting sounded over her voice.
“Shit, Nero!” Elle started running toward the crowd with Chloe right behind her. Elle’s mind couldn’t think as she pushed through the crowd for them to pass, her body only reacting.
Elle and Chloe finally reached the front of the crowd, their mouths dropping open at what they were witnessing.
Nero was toying with a helpless guy, letting him get close to take a shot, but then he would strike out, punching him in the face. The guy was too slow and dumb to stop him.
Elle moved her eyes to Amo when he reached out and took a guy in a chokehold, his feet dangling high off the ground. What really drew Elle’s attention was Vincent. He was fighting off two guys, making them end up hitting each other when Vincent would move out of the way. The one to recover first came back at Vincent, kneeing him in the groin and making him fall to his knees. Vincent recovered quickly, taking the guy’s head in his hand and kneeing him right in the face, making him completely fall to the ground. Vincent laughed as he walked toward the other guy, now begging. Still laughing, he picked him up by his shirt, making him stand.
Vincent cocked his fist back. “You piece of shit.” Punch in the face. “Motherfucker.” Another punch in the face. The guy toppled over to the ground, and Vincent put his shoe over his hand flat on the ground. “Don’t ever touch my sister again.” Vincent picked his foot up then smashed his hand, making the poor guy scream in pain.
As two girls winced inside the circle, Elle figured one of them must be his sister.
Elle returned her eyes to the three guys now laughing at the destruction they had caused. Elle then looked at the four unmoving on the floor. They were a bloody mess.
Elle looked up and took a step forward. “Nero?”
She watched the three guys cease their laughing and look toward her.
Nero looked at her like she was crazy. “Elle, what the hell are you doing here?”
Elle thought he acted like he definitely didn’t ask her to be here. “You texted me to come here.” When he still looked confused, she repeated his text, “Meet me at Poison, urgent?”
Nero shook his head, still confused. “I didn’t text you.”
Elle saw three girls appear in glittery, tight dresses. They each wrapped their arms around Nero, Amo, and Vincent.
“That was so fucking hot,” the one holding Nero around his waist said.
Elle stepped forward. “Who are you?”
Nero, stunned, went to push her off and tried to speak, but she beat him to it.
“His date. And who the hell are you, bitch?” The girl spoke and looked just like Cassandra.
Elle backed up before the tears started to well in her eyes. She pushed through the crowd even though she heard Nero yelling her name. She ran as fast as she could through the people, starting to suffocate. She felt the shattering of her heart take place. Finally, she reached the doors taking her outside and greeted the cool air. Stopping to turn around, Chloe was right there, thankfully. She returned to her escape, going for Chloe’s car.
“Elle, stop!” Nero’s voice commanded again.
Elle stopped in place. I’m done doing what you say, and I’m fucking done running from you!