Broken Love (Broken 4)

“See ya tomorrow,” I said as I turned to head out of the club.

“Don’t be fucking late, Ryder.”

By the time I got Ava back to my car, she had thrown up two more times and told me how she had dreamed about me. One dream was graphic and I had to adjust my dick in my pants.

I slipped Ava into the front seat and ran around to the driver’s side. Jumping in, I looked at Ava and said, “Where do you … live … fuck.”

Ava was passed out with her sweet little mouth hanging open and what appeared to be a small amount of drool starting to form in the corner. It was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Glancing down at her clutch, I felt like a dick for even thinking of opening it, but I had no choice.

“Please don't be like tampons or something in there.” My body shook in fear as I took a deep breath and looked into her purse. Living with three older sisters I saw things that could never be un-seen.

The only things she had in there was a tube of lipstick, her phone, and her wallet. Taking her wallet out, I glanced back over to her. She was now snoring and in a deep slumber.

I pulled out her license and typed the address into my GPS. She only lived ten minutes away.

Ava’s phone began buzzing so I pulled it out of her purse only to hear Maroon 5’s “Animals” playing and the name Jay flashing across the screen. Jealousy raced over my body as I quickly decided to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Um … wait … so no … okay who the fuck is this?”

I instantly recognized the voice. “A friend who cared enough to make sure Ava got home safe.”

“What did you just say, homeslice?”

“Did you just call me homeslice?”

“Yes. Yes, I did, motherfucker.”

Smiling, I nodded my head. “That seems like more of a normal reaction to a strange man who answered your friend’s phone.”

I heard a loud bang and then it was quiet. She must have stepped outside. “Listen here, prick eater, you better turn your ass around and bring my best friend back or I’ll hurt you. And by hurt you, I mean I’ll cut your dick off and make you eat it.”

My upper lip snarled as I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the sweet girl’s picture on the screen. “You’ll what?” I asked in utter shock.

“You heard me.”

My GPS alerted me that Ava’s place was on the right just a half a mile up the road.

“Listen, GI Jane, I’m almost to Ava’s house to take her home. If you’re that concerned, why don't you head on over here and take care of her.”

“Fine, make sure she texts me when she gets into her condo.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“I already said that.”

“Dick.”

“Night, Jay.”

Hitting End, I pulled up and parked then got out of the car and walked up to the valet guy.