We go punch for punch until we’re both panting for breath, and only then does Kai get sick of it, commanding Sebastian to help tear us apart.
Two minutes later, we sit at the bar of my compound with ice-packs chilling on our battered bodies and a bottle of rum sitting between us.
“Alright,” Kai finally says, walking around the other side of the bar so that he can have all of our attention as Sebastian moves in on the other side of Eli. “You have two fucking seconds to tell us what the fuck is going on.”
I grab my shot glass and let out a heavy sigh as my finger traces the rim. I take the shot and then finally look up at the boys. I can't get away with this much longer. They have absolutely no issue with torturing the information out of me. “I fucked up,” I tell them with a cringe, finally admitting it out loud. “On Wednesday, when O was chilling at my place, I sort of demanded that she marry me. Then when she told me no, we got into it and she went back home.”
“Her friend was hurt,” Sebastian throws in.
“Yeah,” I continue, filling up my shot glass and throwing back another. “I kinda followed her home and cornered her and Colton in the hospital parking lot. Then with a gun against her head, I forced her to choose, and well, she chose fucking wrong.”
I take another shot just moments before Kai’s heavy fist slams against my cheek, instantly fracturing the bone. I fly back off my chair and crash down to the fucking ground, but I relish in it. I thrive on the pain. It’s like a drug to me.
I get to my feet, wiping a hand down my aching face and spit out another mouthful of blood, glad that I took those few shots to help dull the ache.
“Fix it,” Kai demands.
I scoff, scrunching my face in distaste. “No. She fucking chose. She’s done with us.”
“No,” Sebastian snaps. “She’s fucking done with you. She’s like a little sister to me and I’m not going to let your bullshit stand in the way of me mending my relationship with her. We have to go and get her. She’s not safe in the fucking Wolf Den.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” I tell him, eyeing him and reminding him who’s the fucking boss around here. “It’s a fucking suicide mission. She walked in there on her own. This is her problem now, let her clean up her own mess for once.”
Eli throws himself to his feet, fuming as he stares at me while struggling to keep in control. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is O we’re talking about. Oceania fucking Munroe, not some dumb bitch.”
“She. Chose.”
“Get the fuck over it,” he snaps, throwing his hand out and knocking the bottle of rum off the side of the bar, letting it crash to the ground and smash into a million little pieces. “She told you from day one that she wanted out of Breakers Flats. She hates gang life. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near it, so why the fuck would she want to come back here to play your little traumatized wife? She’s stronger than that, and you know it,” he says. “You want to know why she was here in the first place? She was looking for help and she fucking came to me. She may have chosen to be with Colton, but she still chooses to have us in her life.”
I flinch at his words. They fucking stung.
Kai steps around the bar, keeping his narrowed, jealous gaze on Eli as he moves in toward him. “What kind of help would she need that made her come all the way out here?”
In other words, why the fuck did she go to Eli and not him?
Eli drops his gaze, and I watch as he clenches his jaw, unable to keep the curiosity off my face. I might be angry as fuck with Ocean right now, but that won’t change that I’d lay my fucking life down for her.
Eli’s hands go into his hair, and he instantly starts pacing in front of the bar. “Shit,” he spits through his teeth, fighting whatever inner demons are creeping up on him. “I fucking promised that I wouldn’t say anything.”
Sebastian grabs Eli by the front of his shirt and pulls him into his chest. “What the fuck is going on?”
Eli sighs, looking sick to his stomach. “She’s fucking pregnant,” he sighs, self-hatred flooding through him. “She asked me to go with her to get checked out.”
My hands ball into fists as my jaw clenches hard enough to crack a fucking tooth. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“No,” Eli says, rushing in, slamming his hand against my chest. “It’s not him. I’ve been at the fucking doctor’s with her all morning. She’s seven weeks. That makes it Jude’s baby. That fucking rapist knocked up our girl and now she’s in the Wolf Den with a death wish and a baby to look out for.”