Page 26 of Her Filthy Grump
I squeeze my eyes shut.Holy fuck. What am I going to do?
He lifts his hand off my mouth, grasps my hand inside his, and slaps it over his erection. Bile floods my mouth as I bite on the inside of my lip. I boost my leg and aim for his balls, but he dodges at the last second.
“Get your fucking hands off her.” Kameron yanks George’s arm, and he drops my hand.
I run behind Kameron with my breath coming out in ragged gasps, and pain shoots through my ankle. I jerk my injured foot off the ground.
Oh, my God. Oh, my god. What would have happened if Kameron hadn’t seen us? Holy motherfucker.
“Pussy,” George spits out at Kameron and steps into his space, meeting him chest to chest. “She’s my date tonight.”
“Didn’t look like it to me. I distinctly saw her climbing out of a window as you waited a few feet away in the dark. If I’d realized that was the bathroom you were lurking outside of, I would have called the police sooner.”
“Fuck you.” George raises his arm back and punches Kameron in the gut.
Kameron laughs. “Thought you’d never do it.”
I watch in awe as Kameron punches George in the stomach with his left hand and in the mouth with his right. The movements were nearly simultaneous.
George doubles over as blood pours out of his mouth. “You broke my fucking tooth.”
“You were trying to rape a woman. You’re lucky I don’t rip your tiny dick off and make you eat it.”
As the tension leaves my body, I clutch my belly and giggle erupts.Tiny dick. How did Kameron know his penis was tiny?
Fuck.A whimper escapes my lips, and I press my hand to my mouth to keep from breaking down.
George ducks his head and runs toward Kameron. Kameron sashays to the side, grasps his arm behind him, and keeps ramping up the pressure until George drops to his knees and tears stream down his face. “You’re going to break my arm.”
“I’ll stop before the ligaments are destroyed.”
“Cocksucker.”
Anger floods my veins until it feels like my head is going to pop off.What a fucking asshole.I stomp in front of him and kick him in the nuts. “Fuck you.”
Sirens blare in the distance as the sky lights up with red, white, and blue streaks. My hands shake uncontrollably. I cross my arms over my chest and clasp my upper arms to keep from shattering to pieces on the gravel. This night has sucked ass.
Chapter Sixteen
Kameron
Every second of the police questioning me is like getting my flesh cut by broken pieces of glass. Not for myself. I can do this standing on my head, but for Layla. The roller coaster of emotions that has swept through her is on display for everyone to see and making it more difficult by the second for me to watch.
“Okay. I think we’re through.” The older male officer who introduced himself as Officer Roberts nods. His eyes are somber belying what I already know. “If you hadn’t been here, we both know what would’ve happened.”
I swallow over what feels like a rock lodged in my throat. “Yeah, we do.”
My hands ball into fists. I should have fucking killed him. Fucking asshole sits pretty in the back of the squad car as a handful of patrons gawk at the show. Well, he’s not exactly pretty. He has a busted mouth and probably some cracked ribs, too.
As Layla looks up at me, her shoulders shake. I inhale to steady my nerves before I knock someone else out. “Can I go over and check on Layla?”
“Sure.” Officer Roberts pats me on the back of the shoulder. “You’re her hero. I’m sure she’ll want to thank you.”
If I were a hero, I wouldn’t have left her alone at the bar in the first place.Way to go, asshole.
I’ve heard enough of her responses to the officer’s questions to know the guy is a total freak, and she’s damn lucky he’s going to jail. I crack my knuckles. Make that–he’s damn fortunate because if I catch him alone again, he’s going to be a eunuch.
“I’ll call Owen to take you home.” Officer Anthony snaps her notebook closed and tucks her pen into the breast pocket of her uniform shirt.