Fallen Crest Public(111)

He went to a back hallway. Only a few others were there, and he moved around them.
“Hey, man.”
Another said, “Buddy.”
Brett gave each a nod, but pressed forward until he got to the last door.
Where the hell was he taking me?
Then I found out. The last door opened to a back room. Couches were pushed against the walls, lining the whole room. A bar was set-up against the side and a couple small tables were in the middle. A few people were around them, playing a card game. A large pile of money was in the middle, and everyone looked up as we entered.
Brett jerked his hand to the door. “Move the game somewhere else.”
I expected protests, but there were none. The room was silent as everyone got up and collected their cards. The dealer took the money and the rest of the chips. They filed past us, taking their chairs with them.
“They literally moved their game somewhere else,” I noted. Holy hell. Was I supposed to be scared? Was he going to hurt me?
“Yeah.”
“Yeah …?”
There were green couches. There was a blue one. The bar had mosaic tiles on the bottom. The stools were encased in metal—
“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”
Oh, dear god. I tore my gaze from the stools to him and gulped. I wasn’t expecting that from him. It sounded like raw honesty. “Um …” I stopped beating around the bush. “Can you blame me?”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He went behind the bar and reached for two glasses. “I asked you out, remember?”
As he began filling the two shot glasses with rum, I moved closer. “Do you know who I am?”
He finished pouring and put the bottle to the side, then lifted his hooded eyes back to me. “I know you were dating Mason Kade. That was a nice surprise when I put it together.” He paused, frowning at me. “Are you still dating him?”
“I—” had no idea what to say.
He added, “Because he’s been having another girl all over him. Did you know about that?”
The air left me, and I sagged forward. My heart dropped to the bottom of my feet and new pain sliced through me. Hearing Mason’s plan and knowing Kate would think she was his girlfriend was different from hearing it was happening, and hearing it from Mason’s enemy. I couldn’t answer him. I felt rubbed raw from the inside out.
His tone didn’t soften. It hardened. “I asked around. It’s that same bitch that beat you up.”
“Yeah.”
“And he’s letting her crawl all over him? He tossed you aside? For her?” The threat of violence was swimming in his depths. He tossed the shot down his throat and refilled it again. Nudging mine towards me, he waited for me this time.
I took it. I didn’t feel a thing.
“More?” He lifted the rum again.
I nodded. I needed all I could get.
We took two more shots before I moved my glass to the side. No more for me, but he still downed two more. Then he leaned against the far wall behind the bar, and I slid onto a stool. The alcohol was beginning to work. I was beginning to feel warm again.
“You never answered my question. Are you still with the guy?”
“I don’t know.”
Disappointment flared over him, followed by pity. “That’s too bad.”
“You’re not going to tell your brother?”
Pushing away from the wall, he reached for the rum again. He spoke with a savage tone, “Are you kidding me? You know what my brother does? He hurts people.”
I frowned. Didn’t he?
“I know what you’re thinking.” He held his glass towards me, the shot ready to go. “I hurt people, too, but I don’t hurt girls, and I don’t hurt people weaker than me. I don’t stop my brother either. I can’t. I tried but people only get hurt worse.”