Chasing Red (Chasing Red 1)

Damon.

“I’m going to start bringing tissues with me if you keep this up,” he teased.

“Get your fucking hands off her!”

I spun around when I heard Caleb’s furious voice. Damon’s arms only tightened around me.

“I said, get your fucking hands off her,” Caleb repeated, his voice sharp with warning. His eyes were wild and blazing with anger as they zeroed in on Damon’s arms around me.

“What if I don’t want to?” Damon challenged.

“No,” I murmured. “Just let go, Damon. I don’t want trouble.” I tried to pry open his arms, but he wasn’t budging.

There was a daredevil gleam in his eye as he whispered, “Oh, I think trouble is your middle name.”

I watched in horror as Caleb threw the first punch, snapping Damon’s head back. Damon relaxed his hold on me, and I stepped away, horrified.

He cupped his jaw, moving it from side to side, checking if anything was broken. “You’re going to pay for that, Lockhart.”

He lunged at Caleb, punching him in the stomach. They both went insane after that. I tried to get between them to stop them, but someone yanked me away.

“Stop! Stop! Get your hands off me!” I screamed.

“Sorry, but I’d pay to see this.” The sadism in the voice made me look behind me.

“You!” I spat out.

It was Caleb’s teammate who had brought him home the other night. The creep. He held me too tightly, my back facing him.

“Me.” He winked. “I’m Justin, by the way. I don’t think we were properly introduced last time.”

“I don’t care who you are.” I struggled against his hold. “Stop them!”

Damon grabbed Caleb from behind in a firm choke hold. Caleb responded by driving his elbow into Damon’s stomach. I shut my eyes.

“Why?” Justin asked.

Was he serious?

“Let go of me!”

“You’re not breaking this up. I’ve never seen Caleb this mad before. You sure did a number on him, sweetheart.”

My skin crawled as I felt his hot breath on my neck.

Inspired, I relaxed my body, indicating I wouldn’t struggle anymore. When his hold on me loosened, I clenched my fist and elbowed him in the stomach as hard as I could—just like I’d seen Caleb do.

He let go of me, clutching his stomach in pain. “You bitch!”

“You’ll get more than that if you touch me again, asshole.”

I refused to rub my arms to ease the pain from his hard grip. I could feel bruises forming already, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

When I spotted security coming to break up the fight, I let out a relieved sigh. But my mouth dropped open when I turned and saw Caleb. He looked livid, his mouth formed into a snarl as he glowered at Damon. I could see a bruise forming on his right eye.

Damon was sprawled on the floor, propping himself up on one elbow, his hand massa

ging his jaw. He had a lopsided grin and blood on his lips.