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but anything he might have said was cut off when my boot slammed into his face. Just like with the zombies in the ring, my heel made contact with his nose not once, not twice, but three times. Blood sprayed across the already red room and pooled on the floor under the man’s head, spreading. Filling the cracks in the old cement floor as the rage that had taken over me started to fade. He wasn’t moving when I stepped back, and my shoulders were heaving. I stared down at the bloody mess in front of me. My whole body was tight and my hands were clenched until it felt like my bones would break.
I’d done it again.
Shit.
Sobs drew my attention to the girl. She was leaning against the wall, her shoulders shaking as she pulled at the tattered remains of her shirt, trying to cover her breasts but not making any real progress. Seeing her like that knocked the wind out of me. Made me think of Patty and how she’d looked that day. Made me want to throw up or kill the asshole on the floor all over again.
“Hey—” I reached for the girl, but she shrank away. I didn’t blame her. Why would she want a beast like me near her? “Are you okay?” I asked even though I doubted she wanted me talking to her.
“Y-yes.” She nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Th-thank you.”
I nodded in response because I couldn’t think of a thing to say.
Her shirt was so ripped that it didn’t cover much. I looked away, trying to give her some space so she could pull herself together. If only I had a shirt I could give her.
The girl took a couple deep breaths that seemed to echo through the room, but I kept my eyes on the floor.
“Could you—” She hesitated. “I have a couple friends in the bar. We were in the VIP area.”
Of course this girl was a VIP. That’s the way my life went. It should make me hate her, living the life of ease while the rest of us had to struggle, but I couldn’t. Not with her trembling hands covering her body the way they were.
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat as I headed for the door, but I didn’t have anything else to say.
The VIP area was empty when I reached the bar. Before and during the fight I hadn’t paid enough attention to know who’d been sitting where, and the VIP area was the last place I’d ever look. I’d learned my lesson and I knew that those were the kind of people to avoid if you wanted to stay alive. They were worse than the damn zombies.
It only took one look around the room to figure out who the right person was, though. He was young, but carried himself like he owned the world as he leaned against the bar, flirting with Glitter. The waitress was talking to him, but she wasn’t as excited as she had been with me. She seemed hesitant. A little afraid. Like she wanted to get away but was scared to offend him. He must be the son of someone pretty high up if she was acting that way. Great. What the hell had I gotten myself into now?
I cleared my throat when I stopped behind the guy. He turned my way, his gaze moving over me with something that looked like appreciation, which made no damn sense. I was nobody to this asshole, but he looked like he wanted to pat me on the back.
“Donaghy.” He stuck his hand out. “Hell of a fight.”
His tone was cordial, but something about the gleam in his eyes made me squirm. Like he was still thinking about the violence I’d inflicted on the dead, or even worse, like the same kind of violence lived inside him. Like he thought we had some kind of a bond that only men who beat people down on a daily basis would understand.
He was wrong.
I didn’t take his hand even though I knew from experience what a bad idea it was to piss off the rich kid. “You have a friend? A girl?”
The guy in front of me blinked and dropped his hand to his side. “I’m sorry?”
“There’s a girl in the bathroom who needs help. She said she was sitting in the VIP section with her friends.”
He shook his head twice before what I was trying to say
I’d done it again.
Shit.
Sobs drew my attention to the girl. She was leaning against the wall, her shoulders shaking as she pulled at the tattered remains of her shirt, trying to cover her breasts but not making any real progress. Seeing her like that knocked the wind out of me. Made me think of Patty and how she’d looked that day. Made me want to throw up or kill the asshole on the floor all over again.
“Hey—” I reached for the girl, but she shrank away. I didn’t blame her. Why would she want a beast like me near her? “Are you okay?” I asked even though I doubted she wanted me talking to her.
“Y-yes.” She nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Th-thank you.”
I nodded in response because I couldn’t think of a thing to say.
Her shirt was so ripped that it didn’t cover much. I looked away, trying to give her some space so she could pull herself together. If only I had a shirt I could give her.
The girl took a couple deep breaths that seemed to echo through the room, but I kept my eyes on the floor.
“Could you—” She hesitated. “I have a couple friends in the bar. We were in the VIP area.”
Of course this girl was a VIP. That’s the way my life went. It should make me hate her, living the life of ease while the rest of us had to struggle, but I couldn’t. Not with her trembling hands covering her body the way they were.
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat as I headed for the door, but I didn’t have anything else to say.
The VIP area was empty when I reached the bar. Before and during the fight I hadn’t paid enough attention to know who’d been sitting where, and the VIP area was the last place I’d ever look. I’d learned my lesson and I knew that those were the kind of people to avoid if you wanted to stay alive. They were worse than the damn zombies.
It only took one look around the room to figure out who the right person was, though. He was young, but carried himself like he owned the world as he leaned against the bar, flirting with Glitter. The waitress was talking to him, but she wasn’t as excited as she had been with me. She seemed hesitant. A little afraid. Like she wanted to get away but was scared to offend him. He must be the son of someone pretty high up if she was acting that way. Great. What the hell had I gotten myself into now?
I cleared my throat when I stopped behind the guy. He turned my way, his gaze moving over me with something that looked like appreciation, which made no damn sense. I was nobody to this asshole, but he looked like he wanted to pat me on the back.
“Donaghy.” He stuck his hand out. “Hell of a fight.”
His tone was cordial, but something about the gleam in his eyes made me squirm. Like he was still thinking about the violence I’d inflicted on the dead, or even worse, like the same kind of violence lived inside him. Like he thought we had some kind of a bond that only men who beat people down on a daily basis would understand.
He was wrong.
I didn’t take his hand even though I knew from experience what a bad idea it was to piss off the rich kid. “You have a friend? A girl?”
The guy in front of me blinked and dropped his hand to his side. “I’m sorry?”
“There’s a girl in the bathroom who needs help. She said she was sitting in the VIP section with her friends.”
He shook his head twice before what I was trying to say
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