Filmed: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (City Series Book 3) (26 page)
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Authors: B. B. Hamel
“Noah,” she called out, her face terrified, and she reached out one arm.
My vision went nearly black as something slammed into the back of my head. My body felt heavy and everything was dizzy. I stumbled a few steps forward, barely managing to stay on my feet as a dull pain pierced my skull.
“You little ungrateful fuck,” my dad roared, coming at me again.
He had caught me from behind, and I had no real chance to defend myself. I spun, putting my hands up. I managed to take most of his next punch in the hands and arms, but he kept coming. He landed a vicious punch to my gut, doubling me over.
“Stop it,” I heard Linda scream, almost from a distance. I could barely breath, the wind knocked out of me from that last punch.
“Shut up, bitch,” my dad growled at her, then shoved me onto the ground.
I coughed, slowly catching my breath as my dad stood over me.
“You pathetic little pussy. You’re nothing without me.”
I rolled onto my knees and slowly climbed to my feet, pain lancing down my spine and burning up my gut. I stared at him as he seethed in front of me, his hands balled into fists.
“Big mistake, asshole,” I said to him softly.
“What are you going to do, pussy?” he spat at me.
I grinned and looked at Linda. “Hey, dots, go find a cop.”
My dad laughed, and Linda nodded, heading into the student center.
“What are you going to do, arrest me?”
“At first, yeah. You’ll rot in jail, you embarrassing piece of shit.”
“They’ll take forever to get here, dumb fuck. You’ll be dead and I’ll be gone.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re not worth my fucking time,” I said, trying to bait him.
“Motherfucker—” he said, coming at me again. I took a step back, putting my hands up again, and knocked away his first two punches. He clearly fell for my taunts, and he had lost himself in his rage again.
He feinted another left jab then dropped low and tackled me to the ground. I let him take me down. He was older, but he was still in pretty good shape, not to mention heavier than I was. We hit the pavement together with a grunt, and he began to try and pull back to get leverage for more blows. I grabbed onto him, laughing loudly in his ear. He struggled, getting angrier every second.
“What’s so fucking funny?” he screamed.
“This is Temple’s campus, you idiot,” I said, hysterical. “There are cops everywhere!”
I let him go, grinning madly, and he reared back, dropping a heavy blow into my jaw. He dropped another, then another.
I could feel the blood on my skin, but I didn’t care. I laughed louder, ignoring the pain, reveling in his anger and his frustration. I watched as the blur of dark blue and yellow I had seen come out of the student center’s front doors a moment earlier grabbed onto his shoulders and wrenched him away from me.
I lay on my back as the cops restrained him, grinning ear to ear.
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I
lounged on my couch in my apartment some hours later, after endless questions and way too much paperwork, my legs stretched out on the coffee table as Linda returned with more ice. My face was aching and swollen, but the doctor that looked at me said I was lucky that I hadn’t broken anything serious.
“My issue is, how did you know I’d find a cop that fast?” she asked me.
Linda was not a fan of my plan. She wanted me to run, or to fight back, or to do anything but let my father beat me senseless. But I knew that it was only a matter of a few minutes before she’d find an officer, and if the cops saw my father in the act of trying to break my face it would be much easier in the long run to get my restraining order.
“I saw them earlier and figured they were around there somewhere,” I said. “I only let him go when I was sure they were close enough to stop him from killing me.”
She laughed and shook her head. “So you let him hit you?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much.”
She pressed the ice against my head and I grunted at the cold.
“You’re an idiot,” she said, smiling.
I grinned up at her. “And you’re fucking sexy, dots.”
She rolled her eyes then kissed me softly. I grabbed onto her and pulled her into my lap, letting the ice slip off my head and onto the couch. I held her tight as I kissed her deeply, letting her taste fill my mouth, hungry for every inch of her body. She shifted her weight and I grunted.
“Down boy,” she said, putting her hands on my chest.
“Can’t help it,” I said.
And it was true: when she was around, the only thing I could think about was slowly taking off her clothes.
I couldn’t imagine a life without that.
“We still have a script to finish,” she said, smiling coyly.
“Don’t try to delay the inevitable.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Is that all you think about?”
“When it comes to you?” I asked. “Yeah, pretty much.”
She groaned but didn’t fight back when I began to kiss her again, losing myself in her soft lips and skin.
I knew we’d have plenty of time to finish the script. Maybe not that night, or maybe not even the next morning if I had my way. But we’d have time, plenty of time, to finish as many scripts as we wanted, to film as many scenes as we wanted.
We’d have plenty of time to make the movie of our life together.
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