I narrow my eyes on the fucker only to get a wicked smirk in response. “Oh, that fucking rat bastard,” I seethe through my teeth, loud enough that I’m sure he hears me; him and everyone else in the room.
Noah pushes to his feet with nothing but a challenge in his eye as he spreads his arms out wide. “Fucking try me, babe.”
Red. Fucking red. Every last damn thing I see is red.
It’s fucking on.
I get my bitch claws out and start towards him, barging kids out of my way as I go. Noah all but does the same, only the kids near him are smart enough to get out of his way before he does it for them.
“Shit,” I hear a familiar voice across the cafeteria, but it’s not familiar enough for me to figure out who it belongs to just yet. “Mommy and Daddy are fighting. Better pick a side now before it all goes to hell.”
The closer Noah gets, the thinner his glare becomes and it’s fucking terrifying, but I know he’ll never hurt me. He needs to scream just as much as I do. We’re just fucked up enough to let it happen right here in the middle of the cafeteria where the whole fucking world can see.
“No, no, no, no,” Tully says, hurrying behind me, trying to grab my arm to hold me back. “Not like this,” she begs, but I hardly hear her over the loud thumping in my ears. I mean. She’s more than happy for us to behead each other, she just doesn’t want it to turn into a fucking showdown.
My hand stings as I pump my fists by my side.
This fucker is about to go down.
No one crosses Henley Bronx, not even Noah himself.
Chapter 12
I storm into Noah, my hand already flying through the air. He ducks back and narrowly escapes one hell of a bitch slap. I should have known better. Noah has endured more than his fair share of pissed off woman.
Something flashes in his eyes but it’s gone quicker than I can get a read on him. Maybe he’s pissed that I’d try to hit him or maybe he’s hurt by the thought. “You Fucki-”
He grabs my hand and spins me so quickly that the insult falls from my mouth. His steel grip locks my hands behind my back and before I know it, he’s storming through the emergency exit and setting off the fire alarm. Though naturally, he doesn’t give a shit, just keeps pushing me in front. “Let me go, you big bastard,” I demand, struggling against his grip, only to get nothing but a furious growl from behind me.
He forces me across the school and towards the old art block where the school has practically been deserted. He slams through the door of the photography room and only stops once he’s pushed me through to the dark room.
Noah releases his hold on me to lock the door, making me wonder how he even knew there was a lock there. Though this is Noah Cage, he probably brought chicks down here to screw all the time before me.
Noah finishes with the door and I spin to face him, my hand desperate for another attempt at his face. “Fucking do it,” he growls, crowding me and getting in my face while knowing exactly what I need to help rid me of this anger.
I don’t hesitate. Not for one fucking second.
My hand slaps hard across his heated skin and I’m left fighting for breath as my palm begins to sting. Tears instantly fill my eyes as I’m overwhelmed by my emotions. I just hit the man I love and what’s more, he let me do it. This couldn’t be normal.
I slam my hand into his hard chest, wondering why the fuck he just allowed me to do that. “You-”
“No,” he demands, hitting my hand away.
I’m instantly clouded with guilt, but he’s already there, hands on my ass, lifting me and slamming me hard into the wall of the dark room.
A gasp is ripped out of me as Noah’s lips crush down on mine, completely swallowing it. He pins me against the wall with his body, freeing his hand to tear my shirt over my head. His lips are hard against mine. It’s not pretty. It’s desperate, needy, and messy, but hell, there’s no way I’m about to stop.
My hands reach around him and scramble for the fabric of his shirt before pulling hard. I rip it over his head before tossing it away and digging my nails back into the skin of his back, holding on for dear life as my man takes it out on my body.
He rids me of my jeans and I climb back up his body as he undoes his own. My legs wrap tightly around his waist as my arm curls around his neck, keeping me in place.