Finn
Iused to be a violent man…
You know, the kind that goes apeshit on another guy for just looking at his girlfriend?
But I’m not like that anymore.
Nope.
Absolutely not.
I manage my anger now, and I don’t even care that the girl of my dreams is dancing with another guy. I don’t even care that his loser hands are all over her, touching her perfect fucking body and imagining what she’d look like on her knees.
I’m perfectly calm.
You hear that, me?
I. Am. Calm.
“You’re staring.” Theo’s voice startles me. I look up to see Theo standing next to the tattered leather couch I’m sitting on, an accusing look in his eyes.
Great.
He’s going to lecture me.
Just what I need right now.
“Mind your fucking business.” I slouch into the couch, searching for Dia and her clown boyfriend on the dance floor.
Only, they’re gone.
What the fuck?
They were right there.
Where did they go?
They just vanished into thin air.
Shit. Did she go upstairs with him? Did she—
My shoulders unwind when two dudes the size of the Empire State Building stumble a few steps to the side, and the back of Dia’s head comes into my line of vision.
She’s still there. Dancing with that Chance guy. The difference is, he has his hands on her ass now. He brings his mouth to her ear, whispering all sorts of filthy secrets, I’m sure.
Fuck, I want to set the world on fire. I want to smash a glass bottle over his golden-boy head and make him swallow the pieces. And yet… I don’t move a muscle. I remain seated, hating him from afar instead of going ballistic in the middle of a college party. I didn’t go to therapy every single week for a year to end up reverting to my old ways the second shit gets rough.
It’s almost as if he can sense the wave of pure hatred directed at him because Dia’s boyfriend glances toward me, his palms still on her ass. I don’t look away. I want him to see me staring.
Because Diamond Mitchell will be mine again.
And I want this Chance motherfucker to know…
I’m coming for his girl.
I’m so wrapped up in staring daggers through his forehead that I barely notice Theo plopping on the couch next to me.
“Look, man, I get it. You love her. But Chance is a good guy. Don’t fuck things up for them.”