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Trounced

BLUE’S POV

Corbyn was discharged from the hospital the following morning and Zara made a big show of wanting to take him back to his hotel room. I was totally against it, for obvious reasons. Not wanting to put up a fight in front of everyone, I waited for her arrival that morning. The parking lot was almost empty and the only sign of activity was an ambulance idling at the open gate. I paced the carpark and heard the unmistakable droning of a V-12 engine of an Austin Martin. The small yellow sports car skidded to a halt in front of me and Deacon made a show of groping the little tramp as they sucked face before she alighted from the car.

“Keep it nice and wet for me, babe…” He slurred. No doubt he was already high after the huge payout he embezzled from me.

“It’s dripping as we speak,” she replied in a sultry voice, bent over and blew him a kiss.

“See you later sexy,” he said, his gaze directed at me.
The car shot forward and he sped off while she twisted around to see me watching her with pure disgust. I was amazed at the way she could be wanton and sensual one minute, then bashful and demure the next. Even now she reflected the epitome of innocence in a long floral maxi dress and I was the exact opposite in my micro mini.

“Thanks for buying me and my baby the car,” she simpered as she sashayed towards me. “I wonder what he’s going to get next…” she tapped her lacquered index finger on her chin. “A house in the hills maybe…?” Her tone and shrug were nonchalant. “We’ll see…” A hint of a self-satisfied smirk played across her pink lips. “I’d love to stand and chat but Corbyn is expecting me.” She tilted her head and pursed her lips. “Did he tell you we kissed last night?”

Her words caused conflicting emotions but I tried to act indifferent. “Did he tell you I did more than kiss him?”

“You don’t have to brag over something that only happened in your wildest fantasies,” she commented her face filled with malice. “That’s low, Blue. Even for you.”

“I want you to stay away from him.” Giving into the blackmail was wrong but I had to keep Corbyn safe. He was what was important. Money was nothing to me.

“Or else what..?” she ridiculed my loaded statement, crossing her arms over her chest.

“He didn’t do anything wrong. You want me. Why don’t you come after me?”

“In case you’re forgetting a little minor detail,” her eyes flashed with fire. “Your boyfriend got Deacon arrested!”
“That was my decision!” I was burning inside with anger at the reminder of the trauma Deacon caused. “Not to mention he deserved it!”

“And your man was a star witness wasn’t he?” Her eyes narrowed into dark slits and she raised the corner of her lip. “He could have talked you out of pressing charges. From what I heard you didn’t really want to, but he pressured you into doing the right thing didn’t he? Now he’s going to pay for not minding his business.”

“He was trying to protect me!” How was she not seeing this?? Why was she so blind to the truth?? “It wasn’t his fault!”

“Yes it was!” Icy eyes flared with white rage. “He should have stayed out of it!”

There was something seriously wrong with this girl. Clearly she had a short-circuit somewhere in her head. “Deacon sexually assaulted me and almost raped me!”

“Almost doesn’t count, Cookie!” she spat out mockingly. “Now step aside, I have work to do.”
She stepped forward and bumped my shoulder but I didn’t move an inch. Then something in me snapped. This floozy tried to take out the man that I love and she nearly succeeded. I couldn’t let her get away with that now…could I..?

The solution was simple.

I beat the crap out of her.

And if it Madeline hadn’t shown up, I would have been arrested for third degree murder.

“Hey!” she screamed as her bodyguard peeled me off the bloody mess that I had created. It was a master-piece. With a heaving chest, I stepped back and admired my handiwork, Van Gogh would have been proud.

“Take her to the car,” she pointed at me. “And take her inside. It looks like she needs medical attention,” she looked at down at the crumpled body of Zara’s, who had just proven she was all talk and no action. I on the other hand, was a woman of action. “I hope she doesn’t press charges.”

“She won’t,” I said with confidence before being hauled to the backseat of her chauffeur driven Mercedes Benz. Madeline joined me a few moments later and pulled off on gloves as she regarded me with apprehension.

“What is going on, Blue?” The question was open-ended. Madeline and I were really close and she was more like a sister than a friend.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I can see that,” her gaze fell on my bloodied knuckles. She reached for a small first-aid kit under the black leather seat and held out her hand. “Let me see that?” she requested.
“Please spare me the lecture,” I said, holding out my bruised hand to her.

“Ron, please take us to the nearest cafe,” she instructed her driver. “This is so unlike you. That’s all I’m saying.”

“She pushes all my wrong buttons,” I hissed through gritted teeth as I felt the sting of the disinfectant.

“Guess that explains why you trounced her. Twice,” she added. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say there’s a pattern here.”

“I need to go back and get Corbyn.”

“Kyle has taken him back to his house. No need to worry.”

“Great.”

“That’s it,” she wrapped a bandage around my right hand and sat back.

I flexed my hand and winced at the pain it caused. “Thanks.”

“Pleasure was all mine,” she smiled faintly. “I can’t remember the last time I did that.”

We fell silent and both stared out the window, watching traffic as it whizzed by. “Maddie?”

“Hmm?”
“Thanks for flying all this way. I appreciate it.”
“That’s what friends are for babe.”
“I know you don’t like to talk about him…but what did Maya do when your dad was using Kyle as leverage for blackmail? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking you-”

She didn’t miss a beat when she responded. “She let him have his way. Thought that the best way to deal with it was to give him what he wanted while she suffered in silence. For a while at least. Until she came to her senses.”

“How did she counter it? How did she make it stop?”

“She…” she sighed and closed her eyes. “I think she realized that allowing him to torment her and not tell someone what she was going through, just allowed him to continue to get away with it. I got to a point where I couldn’t watch her suffer. I was young but I finally decided I had to do something-anything to help her. Including turning against my own father.”

“Are you being serious or you’re just trying to get into my head?”

“A bit of both,” she answered unapologetically.

“Can I trust you with this?”

“You can trust me with your life,” she said earnestly. “You know this.”
“You can’t tell anyone. Not even Maya.”
“I won’t.”

The burden of all of this was weighing me down. She was right. I had to tell someone and I trusted this girl more than anything. Taking a deep breath and I stared up at her.

“Deacon is blackmailing me.”

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