(TRIGGER WARNING CHAPTER: SEXUAL ASSAULT- please read at your own discretion.)
I had one thing on my mind and it wasn’t pleasant. It had something to do with my fist and Jimmy’s jaw, and the closer I got to them the angrier I became.
Evie was acting like an idiot. She was clearly drunk and Jimmy was taking full advantage of it. I saw Jimmy reach up to her chest and pull her bra cup down as he exposed her, then his head lowered and his mouth wrapped around her nipple. I went into a rampage.
“Hey!” I screamed.
Jimmy released Evie to look up at me as his expression went from seduction to surprised, a grin spreading across his stupid fucking face.
He didn’t have time to say anything because my fist connected with his jaw and sent him flying backward. Evie jumped back and covered her chest, wobbling on her feet.
“Dusty!” She protested, but I wasn’t listening.
I wasn’t listening, though, before I stormed after Jimmy again and when I got my hands on him, I didn’t back down. I punched his smug face over and over again with such force and anger that I didn’t realize Jimmy was unconscious.
Someone’s hand gripped my arm and instinct took over. I brought my elbow back and connected with their face.
“Dude, what the fuck? Calm down!”
I spun to find Smokey, my club brother, standing behind me with a bloodied nose. I’m not afraid to admit that I didn’t feel an ounce of regret. When I turned to look at Evie, she gave me a horrified look before going to Jimmy. But I wasn’t about to have that so I grabbed her arm and swung her around.
“What the hell are you thinking?” I growled.
The party-goers gawked at the scene, but I didn’t care. Let them see.
“You’re not the boss of me anymore!” she slurred her words. “I was just having a good time. Jeez!”
“Yeah, being a whore while that piece of shit exposes you to everyone!” I had never seen this side of Evie before and I wasn’t sure what to say or do anymore. I felt like I was losing her if I hadn’t truly already.
The Evie I knew didn’t act like this; at least not in public. I knew her to be a dirty little girl behind closed doors, but in front of everyone else, she was the level-headed one.
When she slapped me, I didn’t even flinch. I just stared back into her eyes, holding her gaze.
“I told you to leave me alone. Now look what you’ve done!” She pulled her arm from my grasp and went to Jimmy who was now coming to. Blood ran down the front of his shirt and cut and I wasn’t even a little bit sorry.
Peretti walked over to assess the situation. “Holy shit, you really did a number on his face, man. Charlie is going to be pissed.”
At this point, I didn’t give a shit what Charlie thought. His son was a piece of shit and I hoped he’d see that and not blame me for what happened.
But I couldn’t think about that right now as I watched Evie dote on Jimmy right in front of my eyes.
“Are you okay, babe?” She was still slurring as she helped him to his feet, stumbling on her own.
“Evie,” I began, walking toward her once more. I couldn’t quit her even after all the bullshit. She was mine, damn it. “Evie, come on.” I reached down and grabbed her arm again, but she quickly smacked me away and stood up.
“Don’t fucking touch me! I don’t want you anymore, Dusty! You… you disgust me.”
And that was all she had to say to completely shatter whatever I felt for her. I disgusted her. She didn’t want me anymore. Two things that could totally destroy a man. I faltered back on my feet and stared at her in disbelief. She had no emotions in her eyes as she pinned me with her gaze.
I felt my heart squeeze. I saw the look on Dusty’s face and knew I had just given him a fatal blow to the heart. Even though I didn’t mean a single word, it was what came out of my drunken mouth. But when he turned and stormed out of the room, I didn’t go after him. I couldn’t.
I knew this was the last time I’d ever hear from Dusty Parker. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? I wanted Dusty out of my life, but now that I finally had done it, I wanted to take everything back and run after him.
But I didn’t do that, either.
Jimmy finally got to his feet, blood all down the front of him from Dusty’s blows as he grinned at me.
“I think we should head to the hotel now, don’t you think?”
I could only nod. This night should be over and I was too drunk to keep up with everything. A hot bath and a good night’s sleep should be enough to clear my head.
One of the club brothers called a taxi for me and Jimmy, seeing that both of us were plastered. I pushed Jimmy into the back seat and slid in next to him, noticing that Dusty was nowhere to be found in the parking either.
A short ride later, we were at the hotel as I slid the key into the door slot and waited for the beep. Then I pushed the door open and slid inside, just as Jimmy helped himself in behind me. There was no way in hell that I was going to be able to help him. But then he started grabbing at me.
“What are you doing, Jimmy?” I was still slurring my words as the room spun. This wasn’t normal for me and I hated feeling like I wasn’t in control.
“Finishing what we started on the dance floor.” He grinned at me, still bloody from his confrontation with Dusty.
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. After all, it’s what put you in this condition in the first place.”
“Oh, fuck Parker! He isn’t here to interrupt us again.” He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me hard to his chest. “I know you liked it, you dirty bitch.” He lowered his head and bit my neck. Hard.
I winced from the sharp pain. “Ow, Jimmy, knock it off.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Much.”
I pushed off of his chest as he looked down at me with the darkest look I had ever seen, frightening me.
“Jimmy, please,” I begged.
He lowered his head again and bit me harder as a whimper escaped. His mouth was on mine then as he bit my bottom lip, drawing blood.
I began to push at his chest again, feeling claustrophobic, and beginning to panic when he wasn’t letting me go.
“Jimmy, come on,” I said against his lips before he stuck his tongue into my mouth, silencing me.
He held tight as he walked me backward toward the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew what was about to come and there wasn’t much I could do in my state of mind.
Then I felt an opening and took it.
Raising my knee up, I connected with his balls as he groaned out in pain. I ran toward the door as fast as I could, but the room spun even more.
A sharp pain greeted me from the back of my head. Jimmy had grabbed me by my hair and yanked me backwards. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I knew I wasn’t going to get away. I made a grave mistake and now I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Literally.
His erection pressed against my backside, making me feel violated. Dirt. Sick.
“You think you can get away from me this easily? Think again, Eves.” Hearing my pet name from his lips in this new character of his made me mentally beat myself up.
What was I thinking when I threw myself at him yesterday in the office? I knew then that I had put myself in this situation by leading him on. I never should have let him touch me. These fucking hormones and my broken heart were too much for me to control.
His hands felt like they were everywhere and then I felt him bring me back to the bed while he kneed the back of my legs, making them buckle. I fell face first onto the mattress as his arm held me down. I screamed and sobbed into the blanket, praying that he would stop, that he wouldn’t actually do this. He was drunk. Maybe he’s not actually the monster he was portraying himself to be. Maybe if I can talk him down.
But then he ripped my panties off and I cursed myself for wearing this damn skirt tonight. Every cell in my body sparked to life as I clawed at him, silently begging him to stop but I was helpless. He shoved into me as I cried out; the pain nearly made me blackout as stars danced in my vision. My breath caught in my throat as I gurgled out my protest into the blanket.
“P-please,” I begged, not able to move, breathe, or even scream.
He shifted his arm so I could finally pull my face out of the blanket and took my first deep breath.
“Please, Jimmy, I’m pregnant,” I sobbed out.
He stilled inside of me for a moment as silence stretched between us. Then he laughed so evilly that it made my skin crawl.
“I’m fucking Parker’s old lady who’s carrying his bastard child. What do you think he’ll think about that?” He pushed in so hard that I actually felt like he ruptured something. Then his thrusting picked up the pace and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hang on.
My vision went white as the sound of a high-pitched whistle blared through my ears before everything went black. The pain was unbearable.