I wrangled Clint back again, feeling him trying to tug away from me. I slipped out from behind him and pressed my hands into his stomach, getting him to back up. I almost had him backed up, too. Until I felt a pair of hands on my hips. A pair of hands that weren’t Clint’s.
And he lost his fucking mind.
“What the fuck are you doing, touching my girl?”
“Clint! No!”
He lunged around me, slapping the boy’s hands away. I whipped around with wide eyes, watching as Clint went straight for the boy’s neck. His three goons wrapped their arms around Clint, dragging him back before tossing him onto the ground. And as I stood there, with a gasp falling from my lips, Main Boy looked straight at me.
“You ready to try a real man?”
Clint shot up from the ground. “You don’t speak with her. At all.”
“That right, sexy? You don’t wanna talk to a man like me?”
I scoffed. “Hardly.”
“Even if I know I can throw it down better than your measly little man here can?”
My eyes narrowed. “Sex isn’t what I’m after.”
The boys laughed at me as they leaned back against their car. Clint got in front of me again, blocking my body from their reach. I turned a little to the side, concealing my hand as it slipped into my purse, silently rummaging around for my phone.
Main Boy grinned. “So, entertain me. What is it you’re after?”
I shrugged. “Not you four, that’s for sure.”
“And what about us do you not like?”
“Other than your overall assholeish nature, your ugly looks, your disgusting demeanors, and your pompous attitudes?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Sure. Other than those.”
I grinned. “I don’t like small dicks.”
Main Boy lunged off his car and Clint stepped in front of him, toe to toe again, though I knew he was upset with me. I pulled my hand out of my purse quickly, sliding my phone into my back pocket. Then I dropped my purse to the ground, trying to act like I was scared out of my mind to conceal what had just happened.
Just a few more shielded seconds, Clint. Work with me here.
I saw Clint’s shoulders stiffen but his hands slowly unclenched. As he backed away from the guy, making his way back for me, I caught his eyes and saw the nervousness growing in them. His eyes darted around in the darkness, looking for a way out. He hugged me close and kissed the top of my head, then moved his lips to my ear.
“I’ll pay for this statement later, but keep your fucking mouth shut, Rae.”
I had a bad feeling about this. And so did Clint. He was nervous, which made me even more nervous. He turned back around, giving me darkness to stand in. And slowly, I slipped my hand around my back.
Main Boy’s voice boomed. “You know what I think?”
Clint sighed. “What do you think, dickweed?”
“I think we’ve been chatting long enough. I came here for a good time, and I’m not leaving until I get one.”
Then, as my finger found the red emergency button, I watched Main Boy rush for Clint.
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Clinton
I reached my arms out and fisted the guy’s shirt as he came for me. I backed him all the way up to his car as Rae let out a yelp. I had to get these guys away from her. They were predatory, and they announced it well enough with their eyes. My bike was close. Really close. And the key was already in the ignition. I pinned that asshole to the hood of his car to give myself time to think. A well-placed knee to the groin turned his buddies’ attention away from Rae and to me.