Part 14 (2/2)

”You've never met anyone more lovable than me?” Becki questioned, looking at him with wide-eyes.

”Never,” he whispered.

She smiled crookedly, and another tear rolled silently down her face.

”You're killing me here,” Trevor groaned. ”Why not-- I'm going to h.e.l.l anyway,” he murmured as he lowered his lips slowly toward hers.

”What the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l do you think you're doing?” Royce roared as he ripped Becki out of Trevor's arms.

Becki wiggled in his grasp, ”G.o.d! Why do youuu have to k-keep bothering me? Would you just go away and lllleave me alone?” Becki protested as she yanked her arm away from Royce.

He stood for a moment evaluating his options. Option A--beat the s.h.i.+t out of Trevor for touching Becki. Option B--toss her a.s.s over his shoulder and get the h.e.l.l out of there before trouble arrived.

”Option B, Royce. Option B,” Joanna advised.

You are starting to p.i.s.s me off! Royce mentally pushed the words at Joanna, knowing she would get the message.

”Go awayyy,” Becki said as she looked around in search of Trevor.

Royce spun Becki around to face him and wrapped his arms around her tightly. ”What's this about Becki? I've tried to reach you all afternoon. I thought we were together, a couple. And then I walk in here tonight to find you drunk and hanging all over a war--”

”Royce!” Joanna interjected before he could mess things up even further. Honestly, men in love were so d.a.m.n stupid!

Royce closed his eyes in frustration and then continued, ”We need to go, Becki. We'll talk on the way home; or maybe tomorrow after you've sobered up.”

Trevor stood silently listening intently to the exchange. He would not hesitate to jump to Becki's defense the moment she needed him. However, it appeared St. John was as tied up in as many knots as Becki was.

”RRRoyce. Leave me alone! I don't lllike you anymore. Besides, Trevor and I were daancing,” she insisted as she struggled to escape his embrace.

”Actually, we were getting ready to make out,” Trevor taunted pus.h.i.+ng the envelope a little... testing St. Johns' reaction.

”Over my dead and decaying body,” Royce snarled as he weighed those options one more time.

”You will have company in a few minutes. You need to get the h.e.l.l out of there!” Joanna insisted.

Royce tightened his arms around Becki, ”You're going to feel like s.h.i.+t in the morning. We are going home, Becki. The easy way, or the hard way, it's up to you,” he said softly in her ear.

'Home' Royce had said. Becki stopped struggling immediately.

Finally! Royce breathed a sigh of relief. Royce loosed his grip around her waist and grabbed her hand to tug her toward the door.

Becki stopped suddenly and jerked her hand away from him. He looked at her for the first time since she had stopped struggling to escape him a few moments ago. He was shocked to see tears streaming down her face as she cried silently.

”You listen ttto-- lllisten to m-me--,” she began in a drunken, yet heart-broken growl, ”and lllisten good-- you--you-- ttwo-timing, piece of-of shhhit sc.u.m-bag. I- I'mmm-- not going h-hoome with youu. I'mm not g-going annnywhhere with y-you.” She was sobbing now, big gulping sobs in between bouts of swearing at him. Tears were streaming nonstop down her face. Fortunately, the loud music helped to prevent her speech from being overheard by most of the patrons. But Royce heard it loud and clear.

”That's it!” His patience was at an end. They would have to sort this out later.

Suddenly, Becki was lifted off her feet and hanging up-side-down over Royce's shoulder. She began to scream as she kicked her feet and pounded him on the back with her fists.

Trevor suddenly appeared in front of Royce, blocking his exit.

c.o.c.ky son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h. ”Stay out of this,” Royce cautioned.

Trevor merely raised one eyebrow, ”If you hurt her St. John, you'll answer to me,” he promised.

After a moment, he stepped aside to let them pa.s.s.

Royce hesitated. He wanted nothing more than to kick Trevor's pompous a.s.s. This was not the time, nor the place. With a sigh, he began moving again. They were almost at the back door. Becki had been mysteriously quiet during the exchange with Trevor. Maybe she had pa.s.sed out.

As they pa.s.sed Trevor, Becki suddenly realized Royce was actually going to walk out the back door with her slung over his shoulder. Even in her drunkest state, that was not going to happen! She had started to lose her buzz anyway.

Becki spied Trevor and decided to enlist his help, ”Trevor, make him stop. Trev-- tell him I'm not g-going with himm.” Ok, so maybe she was still buzzed, but she was not leaving with that two-timing slug, especially not hoisted over his shoulder! It was making her diiiizzzzyy.

”Put me downnn. We are dancing! And, and then--” she paused before continuing in what she thought was a whisper, ”then we're going to have dirty-- rough s.e.x on the beach.”

Time stopped. Royce froze mid-stride. Change of plan...he was going to kill this piece of s.h.i.+t after all.

Royce placed Becki gently on her feet, banking the rage pouring through his body. He pushed her into the closest chair and bent to look her in the eye as he said quietly, ”Don't move. Not one inch.”

The moment he grabbed Trevor by the s.h.i.+rt collar and drew his fist back, Royce realized that he had forgotten one small, but important, detail. Trevor Simmons was pure warlock.

Royce struggled against Trevor's magic. ”Fight me like a man, you cowardly son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h,” Royce demanded.

Trevor used magic to keep Royce in place while he said, ”What Becki just said is not true. Not that she didn't offer, and not that I wouldn't love to; but she's a little drunk right now, and I wouldn't take advantage of her that way.”

”Joanna! Even things out for me,” Royce gritted, rage and hatred pouring through him.

”You don't want to do that, Joanna,” Trevor cautioned narrowing his eyes at Royce. ”I'm telling you, St. John, don't bring her into this. It's not what you think, and things could go very wrong, very quickly.”

”No, I'm telling you,” Royce returned quietly. ”Don't forget. I know how to deal with your kind.”

”If you want to go at it, I'll be more-than-happy to oblige. I have a feeling you need a good a.s.s whipping, and I can do it with or without magic. Whatever it is she's hurting about, I'm not responsible for it. However, I'm betting you can't say the same. Just so you know, I love and respect that girl, or I would be on the beach with her tonight...making her forget all about you.”

As they stood contemplating battle, Trevor felt a tingle run through his body. Vamps were near.

”Go! Now, Royce! Time is up!” Joanna all but screamed.

Trevor spotted Rouel strolling into the bar with Eric. They were visually scanning the crowd, looking for him. They only had a moment before the Vamps spotted him.

Trevor released Royce and stepped left, placing his body between Becki and the two Vampires. He spoke to Royce in a whisper, ”If you care about her, and I think you do, you will get her the h.e.l.l out of here. Now!”

As Royce started to move toward Becki, Trevor suddenly realized that Becki's scent was all over him, and his covered her. ”Get my scent off her.”

With those words, he grabbed a bar fly who had been s.h.i.+mmying her way past them, and proceeded to grind all over her as he continued to watch the Vamps.

Royce knew immediately what Trevor was doing; he was trying to dilute Becki's sent with that of the other girl, so the Vamps wouldn't connect Becki to him. Royce grabbed Becki, who surprisingly had stayed where he put her and began trying to rid her of Trevor's scent.

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