The Bad Things

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Chapter 9. Bad Boy

“You did what?” Hayden snapped.

I sighed. “Well, it seemed like a good idea,” I said and shrugged. “Why are you even upset? I got you off the hook.”

“No, Abby. Don’t spin this, alright? This isn’t what I fucking wanted at all,” he spat. He ran a hand through his hair as he paced back and forth. “I don’t want you getting involved in the shit that I get involved with!”

“How was I not involved in it, Hayden? This entire thing was about me, wasn’t it?” I threw my hands in the air and let them fall back to my sides.

Hayden stopped pacing and looked up at me through narrowed eyes. “I could have taken care of it myself. You shouldn’t be apologizing to him for something that is his fault.”

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “Get real, babe. I didn’t apologize for shit. I did just the opposite. I went off on him for pressing charges and for how he spoke of me. I told him it was his fault that he got his ass beat and that he should watch his damn mouth when he is drunk. I put him in his place, and he knew that I was right.”

Hayden stared at me in disbelief. “You went and picked a fight with him?”

“You’re damn right I did. I told him that you were mad because of how he talked about me, and any decent man would have probably done the same thing. I even asked him if some guy trashed his girlfriend the way he trashed me if he would have just let it slide. He apologized to me and even offered to help you get your job back,” I explained.

Hayden groaned and ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t want that stupid job back. I can’t face him after the shit that he pulled. I would want to knock his teeth in all over again. It’s probably just safer to keep my distance from him,” he said.

“You’re probably right,” I agreed. “Now, are we going out to celebrate or what?”

Hayden rolled his eyes and smiled. “Whatever you want, bebé,” he said.

“Good,” I said and smiled.

Sean and Chelsea asked us to go down to the club tonight for a few drinks.

We climbed into Hayden’s Challenger and sped off in the direction of downtown. Hayden stayed quiet for most of the ride, and I refused to break the silence between us.

Hayden grabbed my hand from my lap and pressed his lips to it. “You know that I don’t mean it, bebé. I’m just not used to anyone butting into my life the way you do,” he teased.

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “It’s okay, babe. I’m used to you being a big fat meany,” I said and chuckled.

He threw his head back and laughed. “How old are you?”

I stuck my tongue out at him as an answer.

Hayden pulled the car into a parking lot and turned it off. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I don’t think either of us meant for the kiss to turn into what it did—it just happened that way.

My chest pressed against his, and I tangled my fingers into his hair. His warm lips pressed harder to mine, and he groaned. His teeth sank into my bottom lip.

Maybe we should have celebrated at home—I thought eagerly and started to climb over the center council to get into his lap.

Glass shattered, and we broke apart.

A gasp escaped me.

“Get down!” Hayden hissed. He covered my head with his hands and pulled me into him protectively as more glass around us shattered.

An evil laugh echoed through the car.

I raised my head slightly to look, but glass shattered again. I buried my head into Hayden’s shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut. A shrill sound filled the car, and a moment later, I realized the sound came from me.

Hayden jumped out of the car before I could move.

I looked through the broken window and saw Hayden punch someone in the face. Several men gathered around Hayden. I jumped out of the car.

The men were covered in black clothing.

They turned to run. Hayden would have gone after them, but I grabbed his arm. Hayden turned to face me with a murderous expression, but it dropped as soon as he realized it was me.

Hayden sighed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I whispered. “W-who do you think that was?”

Hayden gazed up the street, but the men were gone. “Who fucking knows. I told you shit like this happens all the time because of what I did.” Hayden ran a hand through his hair.

“Let’s go. I’m taking you home,” he said.

“Yeah, okay,” I murmured. After all of that, partying wasn’t at the top of my to-do list. I climbed back into the car carefully. There were pieces of glass on the ground and on the floor of the car.

Hayden slid into the car and started it. He peeled out of the parking lot. Neither of us spoke on the way back to the apartment. The sky grew darker as the minutes passed.

Hayden pulled the car into the parking lot of the apartment building. He didn’t move or turn off the car.

I looked at him, confused. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“No,” he whispered.

“Hayden, please—”

“Just go!”

I stared at him for a long moment. I sighed and climbed out of the car. As soon as I made it onto the sidewalk, Hayden sped out of the parking lot, leaving a cloud of smoke behind him from accelerating too fast. The night air filled with the smell of exhaust. I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, but the cool air finally froze the shock out of me.

The warmth of the apartment caused me to shiver. I sat down on the couch and wrapped myself up in a blanket. I texted Sean to tell him we weren’t coming, but I didn’t tell him the reason. Hayden didn’t like everyone knowing his business, and I pushed at him about it enough lately.


I fastened the short black silk robe. I wiped the dew off the mirror and stared at my reflection. I blow-dried my hair. It had been hours since Hayden left. He must be home by now—I thought to myself.

My legs trembled slightly as I walked for the door. The twisting in my stomach made me nauseous. I didn’t want to see the angry side of Hayden—I wanted my happy Hayden back. What I hated about angry Hayden the most is that I couldn’t make him feel better.

I threw the door open and stepped into the dimly lit hallway of the apartment complex. I spun around and stopped. Hayden stood just a few feet away from my door.

Hayden stared at me with a blank expression. His eyes were ice. His cold stare sent a shiver down my spine, and I instantly knew that I didn’t want to know what he did. His black leather jacket was open and revealed the shirt beneath.

Blood stained his face, hands, and shirt. I spun around and reached for the brass door handle. My stomach twisted more chaotically than before.

Hayden grabbed my hand that was on the doorknob. He made no effort to turn me to face him, but his muscular chest pressed against my back. His heart raced so fast that I could feel the pounding of it against my back.

“What did you do, Hayden?” I murmured.

“I’ll tell you, just let me clean up first,” he said in a stiff tone.

My ears barely recognized his voice. I turned and looked up at him. My back pressed against the door, and our hands were both still on the door handle. “Maybe it’s not a good idea. I’m not so sure that I want to hear it.” My gaze swept over him. “Are you hurt?”

“Just my head a little,” he whispered. His warm breath tickled my face, and I instantly melted into him. No matter what he did, I couldn’t stand the thought of him being hurt.

“Let me help you,” I said. My free hand fisted his t-shirt, and I pulled him against me as I twisted the doorknob.

“No, you don’t—” he cut off when I opened the door, and we staggered into my apartment. I didn’t give him a chance to talk. My hand wrapped around his, and I led him to the bathroom. Hayden sighed in frustration when I pushed him down on the toilet. “This isn’t necessary, bebé. I can clean myself up.”
“I’m going to clean you up, and you are going to tell me what you did while I’m doing it,” I said in a bossy tone.

Hayden pursed his lips at my tone and arched a brow at me as if to challenge what I said. “Hmm, is that right?”

“That’s right,” I snapped. I ran a washrag under warm water.

Hayden sighed and threw his jacket off. He pulled his blood-stained shirt over his head and threw it on the floor by his jacket. I kept my eyes carefully on his face—it was impossible to be near a half-naked Hayden and not get excited. My blood flow quickened, but I ignored it.

I focused on the wound on the top right side of his head. It stretched from the corner of his forehead back into his hair, where I could hardly see it. Blood soaked his hair, and it ran down his face, ear, and neck.

“Hayden, maybe you should see a doctor. This is a bad gash,” I said worriedly as I examined the deep cut.

“Head injuries just bleed more. It’s fine. If you don’t want to do it, I will do it,” he said and started to move.

I shoved him back down. “It might need stitches.”

“I know how to do stitches,” he snapped.

“W-what? What do you think you are, a doctor or something?”

Hayden stared up at me as if I were missing some puzzle piece. “Have you never fully wrapped your head around who I am or what? I spent half of my life with doctors.”

I stayed silent and swallowed hard. I ignored his remark and dabbed his cut.

Hayden hissed and leaned away. When he leaned away, I saw the cut better than before. Something shined in his cut beneath the light.

My lips parted in shock. “H-Hayden,” I stammered. “I think you have glass in your head.”

Hayden rolled his eyes. “I figured. I got hit in the head with a bottle, and it broke on my head.”

“I have tweezers,” I said.

Hayden leaned toward the sink so I could pluck the glass from his head. My stomach tightened every time he winced, which wasn’t a lot. Hayden was tough as hell to let me poke around at a wound like that. He had a high pain tolerance, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know why.

“Done, I think,” I said. “I can’t do stitches.” I started cleaning his face, but the blood wasn’t coming up easily.

“Just stop, Abby. I’m going to have to shower,” he muttered. He looked up at me. His eyes swept over me. He dropped his head into his hands. “I killed three of them,” he whispered. “They were Aryan brothers or some shit. Maybe they’re just pissed off because they have it out for Mateo.”

“Jesus, Hayden. You killed them?”

“Look, it was kill or be killed. So, yes, I killed them,” Hayden said and chuckled humorlessly at my expression. “Well, if you wanted a bad boy, you got one, sweetheart.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Go on.”

“They were sitting in a club. I couldn’t let them get away with what they did. They could have hurt you. What if Stormy had been with us? I got rid of you to search them out. I knew I couldn’t take you with me. I knew I couldn’t kill them in front of you because it could come back on you, and I won’t have that. I have to get some fucking answers, or I’m going to die.” Hayden looked up at me from under his lashes. His blue eyes were warm and full of fear. “You and Stormy could die. . .” he trailed off and shook his head. He looked back down at his hands.

“Hayden, stop. Nobody is going to die,” I whispered. I couldn’t think of anything else to say because some part of me knew that Hayden was right.

Hayden laughed humorlessly. “Abby, you don’t want to believe it could happen is the problem, but it could. You and Stormy are now mixed into this shit, just like I didn’t want you to be! This is exactly why I didn’t want you anywhere near me!” Hayden grabbed his hair and pulled it too close to his cut. He hissed in pain.

“Baby,” I started and grabbed his hands.

He ripped his hands away from me. “Don’t,” he spat.

Tears formed in my eyes, and my hands fell to his shoulders. I didn’t know what to do or say to make his internal or physical pain go away. “I’m sorry,” I croaked.

Hayden looked up at my face in disbelief. “Are you crying?”

I shook my head and looked away so he couldn’t see my face. I took a step back. Hayden gripped my hips and pulled me back to him. I looked back down at him and swallowed hard. The tears in my eyes answered his question.

“Don’t cry, bebé,” he whispered. “I just don’t. . . I don’t know what to do. I don’t want either of you hurt. I can’t stand the thought—” he stopped and buried his face into my ribs just below my breasts. His arms tightened around me. My breathing hitched, but he didn’t seem to notice.

My arms snaked around his neck, and I held him closer to me. My fingers ran through his hair to soothe him. My robe loosened and showed off part of my breasts.

Hayden sighed and moved his head away from me. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat as he stared at my breasts. He closed his mouth, and his eyes flickered to mine—a deep hunger lingered in his eyes, all the fear and worry disappeared. In one swift movement, he untied my robe.

The robe opened up and revealed my naked body. His eyes lingered on mine before they fell to my lips, breasts, and stomach. He pulled me closer and pressed his warm lips to my abdomen.

A slight gasp escaped me as butterflies filled my stomach and flapped around chaotically. Nothing could put out the fire in my veins except for him. He kissed me lower and lower. . .

“Hayden,” I whimpered. My hands fell to my sides. God, if he doesn’t take me soon, I might explode.

Hayden’s fingers dug into my hips as he slowly got to his feet. I arched my head back to look into his eyes. He pulled me closer until my bare chest pressed against his. His skin burned me, but I liked it. Even I knew I was crazy for falling for this boy, but love didn’t come with an instruction manual. Wait, what? Love. . .

His hands trailed up to my shoulders, and he gently slipped the robe off. It fell to the floor. He lowered his lips to my ear. His chest rose and fell heavily with quick, shallow breaths. “Shower with me,” he demanded.

“I just showered,” I whispered. It wasn’t much of an argument. Even if I wanted to, there was no arguing with Hayden. He would get whatever he wanted. Usually, I was the type to be bossy, so I hated it when someone bossed me around, but I liked it when Hayden got bossy.

His lips stopped just below my jaw, and he chuckled. “This one will be much hotter,” he whispered. He grabbed my wrists and wrapped my arms around his neck. His arms wound around my waist, and he forced me back toward the shower. He slid the shower door open and turned the water on while I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

Hayden slipped out of the rest of his clothes and pulled me into the shower. His impatience left me breathless. He pulled both of us under the hot water, but the water somehow felt cooler than his skin against mine. My eyes fell to the floor, and I watched as the blood from Hayden mixed with the water and vanished down the drain.

Shouldn’t it bother me or frighten me? It doesn’t. My desire for him won over anything that was rational. Rational thoughts never existed when he was near me.

His arms tightened around me as my legs started to shake. His eyes lingered on mine as he pressed me to the shower wall. The way he looked at me made me feel like a queen, and nobody but him could make me feel that way.

His soft, warm lips pressed fiercely to mine. He bit down on my bottom lip and tugged it away from my upper lip. I gasped, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. This kiss was more possessive than before, and suddenly I knew that he owned me. Hayden groaned into my mouth and put my arms above my head. His lips left mine and moved down my neck. He moved lower, and his hard cock slip between my thighs.

“Damn it, Hayden,” I moaned. “Fuck me, now. I’m so wet.” Damn, did that come out of my mouth?

Hayden froze for a brief second with his lips on my neck. He pulled back, and his eyes locked with mine for a moment. Something in his eyes made mine widen. Wordlessly, he spun me around, fisted my hair, and bent me over.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. I placed my wet palms on the wall in an attempt to balance myself. He kept one hand in my hair and gripped my hip with the other.

His cock filled me so suddenly that I stumbled slightly and moaned loudly. A loud groan escaped him. The sound of our wet skin slapping together practically drowned out the moans.

Hayden squeezed my ass and pulled my hair, making my head arch back as he drove his cock into me.

A loud moan escaped me when he slapped my ass. It stung, but I liked it.

“You like that, don’t you?” he grunted between thrusts.

“Yes. Harder,” I demanded.

Hayden slowed down and pulled out of me. A pout formed on my face instantly. He spun me around and forced my back against the wall. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up,” he whispered. He lifted me and slammed his cock into me again.

“Oh my god,” I moaned and arched my head back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto him as he fucked me mercilessly.

“Your pussy feels so amazing,” he grunted. “So tight and wet.” He held me up with one arm, and his other dropped between my thighs. His finger pressed to my clit, and he rubbed it in rhythm with his thrusts, which seemed impossibly fast.

I didn’t know much Spanish, but one word slipped out of my mouth subconsciously. “Papi,” I moaned.

Hayden rested his forehead against mine, and his eyes locked with mine. “Cum,” he murmured.

The word he spoke and the look in his eyes made me come undone. My body ripped at the seams and an orgasm possibly stronger than ever before shook through me just as he demanded.

“Mm, good girl,” he groaned. “Keep cumming for me. It feels so good when your pussy tightens around my cock.”

My fingernails dug into his back as the uncontrollable loud, high-pitched moan left me. “Oh, fuck! You make my pussy feel so good,” I moaned loudly. Oh my god. What the hell did I just say? I had never talked like that during sex. This boy really does bad things to me.

Hayden pulled out before he released. His chest rose and fell heavily. We stared at each other for a long moment before he broke the silence. “I think I need to buy condoms. It’s so fucking hard not to cum inside of you when you talk like that.”

A deep blush crept into my cheeks. “You like it when I talk like that?” I asked doubtfully.

His chest rose and fell unsteadily against mine. “I love when you talk to me like that. Such a good girl to get so fucking naughty for me.” He shut the water off and pulled me out of the shower. “I’m going to fuck you all over this apartment.”

A giggle escaped me. “What about stitching your head?” I argued.

Hayden ignored my remark as he lifted me bridal style and carried me to the kitchen. He put me down on the table.

“Oh my god, Hayden. We can’t right here,” I argued breathlessly. “We eat here.”

Hayden pursed his lips and stared down at me with a thoughtful expression. “That’s a good point.” He kneeled on the floor between my legs and brought me to the edge of the table.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I gasped.

“Eating,” he said and chuckled. Before I could argue, his tongue slid between my pussy lips and moved around my clit. He set me on fire all over again.

My back arched. “Oh, baby,” I moaned.

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