[chapter sixteen]
Disclaimer: If you've heard of
them, I don't own them. Everything else is mine, so no stealing, pretty please.
;-)
**
Junior managed to land one punch, and Jimmie was rearing back for a right hook before the assembled crew jumped up from the table and separated the two men.
Jimmie and Junior was glaring at each other as Chad put Jimmie into a chokehold and McCray yanked Junior's arms behind his back, the rest of the men standing around nervously looking from one man to the other.
After a few tense seconds, Chad finally spoke. "You boys about done?"
"Yeah." Junior said, wincing as he flexed his jaw slightly.
"Yeah." Jimmie said, shrugging off Chad's hold. "I should have done that ages ago." He said menacing to Junior.
"Fucker." Junior spat.
Jimmie lunged forward and punched Junior once more, landing him flat on his back on the carpet. Kick scrambled over and kneeled beside Junior, running a hand softly over his rapidly swelling face. "What the fuck is your problem?" She seethed, looking up at Jimmie.
"Me?!" Jimmie screeched as Chad pulled him back a few more feet. "What about him?"
"What about him?!" Kick answered, her voice rising. "You come in here and…"
"What?" Jimmie said, sighing deeply, his eyes boring into hers.
"You seem like this sweet, level-headed, nice guy, but for your past and now this!" Kick said.
"What are you doing with him?" Jimmie asked, his voice dropping. "He's…"
"He's flat on his back because you put him there. What is your problem?" Kick demanded.
Jimmie looked at her for a long moment. "I guess I had the wrong impression about you. It won't happen again." He spun on his heel and stalked towards the door. "Chad, I'll see you in the morning." He said quietly before the door banged shut behind him.
Kick looked down at Junior, her expression softening. "You okay?" She asked quietly while the men continued to mill around nervously.
"I'll be fine. He hits like a girl." Junior said, making a face as he sat up. "You okay?"
Kick rolled her eyes slightly. "Sure, happens all the time. But I'll tell you, most girls I know don't hit like that." She said, her eyes glancing over at Chad and then back to Junior.
"Listen, Kick…can we…can we go somewhere and talk?" Junior asked, looking around at the roomful of people staring at them. "I wanna make this work."
"Make what work?" Kick asked with confusion.
"Us." Junior said simply. "I'm fuckin' wrecked without you."
Kick met his eyes, and for a long moment, felt her heart and her head battling each other. Finally, she sighed and stood up, Junior following her a moment later. "Listen, Junior…I…I trusted you. I don't trust people easily, but I trusted you."
Junior nodded but said nothing.
"And you broke that trust." She said sadly. "I don't think there's anything to work on." She sighed. "I'm sorry." She added softly.
"Okay, guys, show's over. Let's clear out of here." Chad said, soundly breaking up the evening. Immediately, the guys gathered their wares and headed for the door. Chad gave Kick a quick squeeze on the shoulder before following his crew out the door.
"Kick…" Junior said plaintively.
"I'd really like it if you would go." Kick said quietly. "Please."
She sank down on the bed as the
door snicked shut behind him, wishing the hurt in her head and her heart would
go away.