Forrest

FORREST

Where the fuck is she?

SHE JUST left! I was just waiting for my break to chat with her, then I found her seat empty. There was no way she went with that jackass!

I had a few ideas about Megan’s history of hook-ups, but I was the last person to judge her—she was a consenting adult. I just didn’t want her to mix with that scumbag of all the people because he had a flashy card at his disposal.

“I’ll be right back.” I patted Dice on his shoulder and took off my apron.

My blood was already boiling, and I badly wanted to light a stick if I wasn’t still working. I strode toward the exit, hoping to apologize for butting into their chin-wag earlier.

She couldn’t have gone far. The smell of pees and cigarette assaulted my senses as I scanned the area where Megan could possibly park her car. I sprinted to the parking lot, thankfully, her car tail lights were still on.

A red haze gathered behind my eyelids as soon as I spotted her outside her car.

Shit!

“Megan!” I ran toward her, already quivering with rage. Pictures of her being harassed flashed in my brain when I noticed her on the ground, leaning against her car, seemingly shaking with her face buried in her hands.

As I got closer, I could hear her sobs that had me perplexed for a moment. This couldn’t be from drinking. I’d been watching her drunk her ass for years, and she was only on her second shot.

“Megan, are you okay?” I knelt in front of her and held her arms.

“Get off of me!” She jerked away from my grasp, terrified.

“It’s alright. It’s me, Forrest. Are you okay?” I spelled out and held her tightly as I inspected her for possible injury.

“I don’t need you! All of you, assholes!” She yelled between sobs.

“Just tell me if you’re okay to drive home and I won’t bother you again.” Damn it! What am I even doing here? It was because she was a friend of my girls, and they would knee my balls if they found out I left their best friend alone. And she’s Megan, dumbass!

“Just leave me alone.”

I loosened her arms on my grip, and there was no way I would hurt her further. When she tried to stand up, I followed suit and took a step back. And that was when a chill of apprehension swept over me. Her nose was bleeding and had a hand imprinted on her left cheek.

I was already balling my hands into fists before I could ask her. “Who the fuck did that to you?”

“I’m fine. Just go. Why do you even suddenly care?” She wiped off the bloodstain with the back of her hand and gave me a cold stare.

She’s a total mess. She wasn’t like this. I wondered what happened to her for the past few days. The Megan I knew was funny and flirty who didn’t filter and never cared how people would judge her. But this woman in front of me was a completely different person. She’s lost.

“Is that a handprint of that motherfucker?” The urge to lifting my hand to wipe the blood from her nose had me shaking.

Her chest puffed out, ready to throw me a pit. She was still crying though. Tears were streaming down her smeared face.

“If you didn’t stick your nose into and humiliate him in the first place, he wouldn’t have come to do this to me!”

I had to look away and gulped down an inhale of air. “He’s a jackass, Megan, but I shouldn’t have done that. I apologize for my abominable behavior earlier.”

me alone. I’ll live, and it’s not the first

“What do you mean? Do you know him?”

“You mean if I fucked him?” Her brow arched.

right now. It just hardened and twisted my gut even

who you sleep with, Megan—”

are you here and why did you have to

Can I get you something for your nose?”

need your help. Not now. You should’ve talked to me a long time ago if

“What do

filled her eyes. “It means I don’t need you, okay? Just

in my mind, making me shuddered. It felt like she was

clenched my jaw as I tried controlling my mouth not to say any words anymore. It was my fault she was harassed, but I had the feeling that that jackass would just hurt her even more if

did I even care? Of

Kyland tapped my shoulder after placing

“Yup?” I grabbed a glass and poured ice cubes

He gestured his head to the dark

I strolled my gaze from her shoulder down to her spine. I felt the rush of blood surging through my veins in an instant. My skin vibrated with primal desires and insatiable hunger the longer I checked her

I cleared my throat. My mouth

it! Why here? Don’t let those two manwhores get near my girls. I may need to look for a new job if Hughes and Williams touch a strand f hair

***

No, Mama!

still catching my breath. Thankfully, it was just abrupt than the previous nights. I walked toward my kitchen with sweat dripping

I couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly.

“It means I don’t need you, okay?”

You’re a big

After two hours, I already showered, dressed, and already standing in front of the tattoo

“Coming?”

Milo already pulled it opened for me. His body was tattooed just like mine, but he was skinnier than me.

was newly diagnosed Diabetic. And I felt

be fine. It runs in the family anyway. My

gray, two shaded lamps were hanging loosely from the dark ceiling. Their masterpiece designs were framed and nailed proudly on the

design on the iPad. “What do you

I glanced down at the screen. It was a Hawk with fierce, blazing red eyes that screamed chaos. Its frightening black shiny wings spread widely that could soar across the sky. The striking claws were long, black, sharp,

think?” he asked

my gaze to his slim face, finding him showing me his signature grin

just good.” His

good one. And good was not

luck for the business.” I walked past him to the hallway. There were six small tattoo rooms. At the end of the hallway was Alan’s

“Yeah.”

sting of the needle piercing my skin when I got my first tattoo, but

the single panel glossy black door, Alan said

closed the

man looked up at me. For his age, he was still a diet conscious and managed to stay fit. Though he had already wrinkles, and his olive

elbow on his wooden desk. Bartending was exhausting

attract unwanted attention. Did

I rubbed my clean-shaven chin, waiting for him to

his sharp whiskey-colored eyes on me. “How was your trip?”