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Like he’d been sitting here waiting for me.
Sick to my stomach, I wrap an arm around my torso and drop the arm I had outstretched to the man I once thought I’d loved. “Rot in hell, Jeremy.”
Heat rushes against my shoulders when I take a step back from the abusive fuck, convinced that my phone can die along with him, and it’s not until I turn to escape that I slam into a wall of muscle.
“I believe the lady asked for her phone back.”
Massive hands keep me steady as I trail my gaze up the hard chest covered in the curly hair falling from his head and land on a darkened blue-green stare down.
“So you’re fucking him now?” Jeremy sneers with a level of disgust I’ll never understand. “He’ssaving you?”
“Cedar.” Deep and downright dangerous, Rex Thompson’s gaze flicks to mine, his hands still holding me close, before settling his death stare back on the man across from us. “You good?”
“Um.”No.“Yeah.”
“You know him?”
Pausing, I let my sight wander over the small grass patch now between us and take in the state of Jeremy and his tattered clothes, his greasy hair I once loved to play with and the snarl marring his sunken face.
“No. I don’t.”Because I never really did.
“Cedar, baby, c’mon.” It’s Jeremy’s turn to become pleading when Rex pushes me to his side and takes a menacing step forward.
In front of me.
My stomach rolls, threatening to evacuate when Rex takes another step closer to the man that ruined my life and my mental stability. “I said,” Rex growls into the damp night air. “The lady wants her phone back.”
“Fine.”Jeremy shrugs like this whole thing is no big deal to him, a smiling sneer planted on his pitted face. “But it’s going to cost you.”
Rex’s shoulders square, making him seem bigger, more menacing.
He’s downright terrifying.
“Rex, don’t,” I whisper-hiss at his back when his arm comes up and his hand flicks in thegimmemotion.
“You’ve got three fucking second to hand it over.”
“Touch me, and I’ll sue your ass off.” Jeremy chuckles, a dark and dangerous sound echoing off of the short trees around us.
“Go ahead.” Rex shrugs with a tightness to his upper back. “Pretty sure what you’re doing is harassment to begin with.”
“Oh?” Jeremy takes another step back, edging closer and closer to the bag left against the tree. “And you aren’t, Rex Thompson?” He shakes his head, his oily hair falling around his face. “Harassing a fan, that is? Someone who’s just trying to hear your music?”
“Listen, you fucking rat,” Rex growls and stomps forward as he fingers his wallet from his back pocket. Fisting two fifties, he tosses them to the ground at Jeremy’s feet and snatches the phone when the excuse of a man dives for the money and ditches the device in the process. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
Jeremy looks up from his crouch with a maniacal grin and shoves the bills into his torn clothes. “Pleasure doing business with you. I’ll be back.”
“I saidnow.” Rex flexes at the man who took my virginity—and then some—and has him scurrying off into the night with his snatched bag and fresh cash.
“Rex.” Finding my voice and my feet, I launch myself at the man that just saved my life and pound my fists against his hard chest. “Why did youdo that?”
“Cedar,” he scoffs as he grabs for my hands and wraps my wrists up in one of his. “Stop hitting me. I’m fucking mad.”
“Mad?” I struggle against his hold when he drags me to his side. “I’m mad!”
“What the fuck do you have to be mad about?” Rex nearly yells, his adrenaline evident in the way his chest heaves with his panting breath. “You’re lucky it was me that fucking found you.”
“I was handling it just fine,” I shoot back.
