Chapter 33 #2
There was a soft rap on the door, and I looked up to see a man standing in the hallway with an old-fashioned leather bag. He reminded me of a traveling salesman. As long as he could help Myles, I didn’t care what he had in that bag.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Richards. Can I ask you to step outside while I examine him?” I didn’t want to leave him, but I nodded and walked out. I was positive that Nash would slam the door in my face, instead he followed me out.
Nash grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the stairwell. “Let go of me.”
He didn’t listen, and his hand tightened on my bicep as he marched us down the stairs and outside into the cold. He pushed me away, and I tripped. I shivered and braced against the freezing temperatures before turning around to face Nash.
“What the hell is your problem, Nash?”
There was no buffer between us this time as he got into my personal space. His eyes were wild as he glared down at me. It was dark out, but the surrounding snow and moonlight were bright enough that I could clearly see the hard lines, furrowed brow, and snarl lifting the corner of his lip.
“My fucking problem is you. Ever since you arrived, everything has been fucked up. My guys are losing their minds for a piece of your ass,” he growled.
My hand was on the move, connecting with his cheek before I could contemplate my actions. Nash’s head snapped to the side, the sound of the slap echoing in the quiet night.
I yelped as he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, his fingers digging into my arms. “Go ahead and hit me, Nash. I can see you want to.”
“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“What I know is that I didn’t ask to come here, and I didn’t ask to be pulled into your stupid game of who could win me over and sleep with me.
That’s on all of you. I’ve been nothing but myself since the moment I got here.
You and Vicky and everyone else who loves to be assholes can’t handle it.
You’re all corrupted, either by your families or this place.
Everything is shrouded in lies and deceit.
You all reek of violence.” I looked him up and down.
“If standing up for myself is not knowing when to quit, then fine. You’re right, but I won’t back down from you or anyone.
So go ahead and hit me, but it won’t do you any good. ”
He was vibrating with the pent-up rage burning in his blue eyes, and my pulse was in my throat, but I wouldn’t let him scare me into submission like he did with everyone else.
“Myles is laying up there right now beaten within an inch of his life because of you. Does that make you feel good?”
That was a punch to the gut, and it hurt the way it was intended. “No, it doesn’t. I’d rather him marry Fiona than go through that,” I said, my eyes stinging, but I refused to cry. “But I’m not the reason he’s laying up there, and you know it. I’m just a convenient punching bag for you.”
“I want you to stay away from him and Blake and the rest of my guys. Tell them you hate them and that you don’t want to see them. I don’t give a fuck what you say, but stay the fuck away and stop messing with their heads.”
“Fuck you, Nash. No, I won’t do that.” Nash’s grip tightened. “Myles isn’t up there because of me. He’s lying up there because he dared to have a mind of his own and chose to go against his monstrous father. Maybe you’re jealous that you haven’t done the same.”
Nash let go of my arms, but his hand wrapped around my throat and tilted my head up.
I kept my hands at my sides and stared him in the eyes.
“You just can’t help yourself. You keep pushing and pushing.
You’re going to get yourself killed, Princess.
You’re going to push the wrong person, and they’re going to snap you like a twig,” he growled.
I could feel the heat coming off his body as he pressed in closer, and I trembled, unable to stop my reaction to him.
“Is his dick that good? You’re willing to die for it? Cause his father is going to go after you next or keep punishing Myles or even Lip for this. Is that what you want?”
“You’re an asshole. You fucking know that isn’t what I want.”
“But you’re not going to leave him, are you?” I shook my head. “So, you’re willing to die for him?”
“Yeah, I guess I am. But not you or his father or anyone else is going to order me away from anyone I care about.” I meant it.
I might very well be insane, but it didn’t matter.
It was how I felt. I loved him. I loved Myles, and I was falling for Blake, and I wasn’t the type to be intimidated easily, so Nash, Owen, and Lawrence could all stuff it up their ass.
“What the fuck is it about you?”
I didn’t know what he meant. But there was no time to contemplate it as he crushed his lips to mine with a kiss that was as hot and wild and wholly consuming as his personality.
He demanded my mouth open as his tongue pushed between my lips.
Nash growled, and the sound shot through my body.
I moaned and opened for him. The same rage and craziness I felt coming off of him was seeping into me, and I balled his hoodie in my hands.
He let go of my neck, cupping my face, and I used the opening to push on his chest and force him back a step. We were both panting hard as we glared at one another. He seemed just as shocked as I was.
“Don’t do that again,” I said, and whatever smartass remark he was going to say was cut off as the door opened.
Blake stepped out, and his eyes bounced between us. “I can’t tell if you two are going to kill one another or fuck against the wall,” he said.
“Definitely not. We said our piece,” I said.
“Yeah, I guess so. You wouldn’t fucking listen anyway,” Nash bitched, and stomped past Blake into the dorm.
“You okay, you look rattled. Nash didn’t hurt you, did he?”
I shook my head no. “Just a difference of opinion on my involvement with you and Myles.”
“That’s strange. Nash doesn’t normally concern himself with who we date.”
I shrugged. “I’m apparently different. Lucky me, but I told Nash that I was going to date who I wanted.”
Blake smirked. “I bet he loved that.”
“He was tickled pink.”
“That explains the murderous glare, although I don’t think he’d actually hurt you.
” I wasn’t so sure about that. The anger that I felt coming off of him when he touched me was palpable.
“Anyway, I came to say that the doctor is done. He wants Myles to have X-rays and an ultra sound, so we are taking him to his private clinic. I’d ask you to come, but I don’t think we should try and sneak you off the property again. ”
“Shit, I’m going to be worried sick,” I said.
“I’ll text you with constant updates and I’ll come see you when we get back.”
I wanted to go and hated this stupid lockdown that was hanging over my head. Walking to Blake and grabbing his hand, and gave it a squeeze.
“Okay, I don’t want to create more drama. Myles getting help is what’s most important. Can I wait in your room though?”
“Sure.”
We walked inside and jogged up the stairs. Nothing, not even Nash, would keep me away from Myles. The harder Nash pushed, the harder I was going to push back. I was so sick of my life not being my own.