NICK
THE GIRL JOLTS to life as I grip her arm, big blue eyes staring up at mine, lashes dripping. Her mouth is open, just a little. Her breath is misty.
She’s young.
She’s pretty.
And she’s scared. Really f*****g scared.
Footsteps pound the ground to my right, and I see him, the piece of s**t waster.
The girl flinches and tugs away, but I keep a grip on her, placing myself between her fragile little body and the dickhead chasing her.
He’s wasted. Buzzing with some s**t. Speed probably.
“Beat it,” I say. “f**k off back to where you came from.”
He shrugs. “Just hanging with little Laine, bro. Ain’t no problem here.
C’mon, little girl.”
Hell will freeze over before she goes anywhere with this piece of s**t.
I smile at the loser. “I’m not your bro. Do yourself a favor and run the f
