The Game (That Girl, #2)(46)

I hear Levi’s voice and an even deeper one behind him. It resembles Tiny, but not quite. I look up to see Levi standing before me. I scramble to him, then the next thing I know full chaos hits.

“Wrong move, motherf*cker.”

Levi cocks his fist back, slamming the man who’s holding me in the face. He instantly lets go of my hair, and I try to stagger to my feet but find them unsteady as f*ck as my whole body trembles with fear.

“Try to pull her hair again, you fat f*ck.”

Levi sends his fist into the man again. I try to scream or throw my body between them, but I’m picked up by yet another mysterious set of hands. This time I’m dragged to the limo. The door opens, and a strange figure places me in the back.

“Stay.”

I can barely make out Levi in the crowd around him, and his arms are still flailing up and down. The same man who carried me to the limo grabs Levi and forces him off the attack. Moments later, the door opens again, and Levi joins me. He’s covered in sweat, lost his hat, and has a tear down the front of his shirt. There’s blood dripping from his bottom lip.

“Oh my god,” I gasp. “Why did you do that?”

The wound is noticeable, but it’s his neck and throwing arm I’m really concerned about. Levi buries his head in his hands. I can sense his rage still radiating off him in waves. The last time he was this infuriated was in the guesthouse throwing trophies, which makes me second-guess every word I want to speak.

“Motherf*cker,” he growls.

“Are you okay, Levi?”

These words finally draw his attention.

“Do I look okay?”

It’s no use fighting or trying to reason with him. I know what happened last time, and I want to avoid that situation at all costs. When he’s fuming, he needs time to calm down before holding a conversation.

“Answer me, Jazzy. Do I look okay?”

Fuck, I just set the beast off.

Words still escape me. I analyze each one I want to say and think better of it.

“No.” I cringe as I finally answer him, “I’m worried about your neck.”

“You are what?”

Each word he says is bathed in hostility. They might as well be glass cutting me one syllable at a time.

“Look at me and f*cking speak now.”

“Fine.” I turn to him. “I’m worried you hurt yourself, and I know you’re raging right now, and I don’t want to provoke you, so don’t make me f*cking talk to you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

Levi grabs my face, dragging me over to him. His hands I’ve grown to love so deeply scare the hell out of me right now.

“I want to kill that motherf*cker who just touched you. I want to feel his bones crush under my fists. That’s why I’m f*cking livid, because I can’t kill the f*cker.”

Levi slams into me with hard, searching lips. I’m shocked at my own urgency to taste him. My fear dissipates within seconds of having his lips on mine.

“I want you,” I whisper.

My words send Levi harder and deeper into my mouth. My body falls back onto the long seat, and he follows, covering me.

“Boss, we good to go?”

We look up to see the man who saved me from the crowd.

“I need my hat.”

“Okay, boss man.”

I hear the door open and shut again. Levi’s eyes are dark and compelling. I want him right now, in the middle of the parking lot, in this limo, with a driver present…I don’t care. When our passion dies down a bit waiting for the driver to return, I see the worry invade his face again.

“I’m fine.” I grab both sides of his face. “Levi, I probably deserved it. The man was drunk.”

“You need to just shut the f*ck up. You never deserve anything like that.”

I gently lift my head and place a little peck on his lips.

“I’m fine. I’m so happy I’m with you.”

I kiss his lips again.

“And I’m a Dallas fan now.”

I kiss him again and see a faint smile begin to form.

“And I’m really crazy about this number eleven on Dallas.”

This time I bite his lower lip, trying to drag it to me.

“The * drives me f*cking wild.”

I get him to laugh this time. The door slams.

“Here you go. Where to?”

The driver tosses back Levi’s hat, and I watch as the driver begins to roll up the privacy window, stopping mere inches from the top.

“Back to the condo, Rusty.”

“Got it, boss.”

The Fall Out Boys fill the entire limo with their song My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark, and then the window goes up the rest of the way.

“Levi, how do you feel? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

My hands are still on his face while the majority of his body rests on mine.

“I’m fine.”

He tries to play my game, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

“Feel like I could play four quarters.”

Another quick peck.

“I’ve never felt so good.”

This time when he goes in to kiss me, I snag his bottom lip with my teeth, sinking them just far enough to see him wince.

“Good. Fuck me then.”