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sober
tonight just flew out the window.” Savannah says tipping her head back and
downing the shot of Whiskey.
    I
can barely think straight having her close to me after a week of being so far
away from one another. Seeing her hurtin’ is killin’ me, but...Fuck, I'm
hurtin' too.
    She
should’ve known how I would feel seeing another man with his mouth on her body.
She’s mine. Every. Single. Inch. Savannah belongs to me.
    Trixie
turns her attention to Savannah once again, “So what was it like shooting
someone? I could never do that. Seeing blood…yuck! It makes me so queasy!”
Shaking her head and pressing her hand against her chest, Trixie flashes a
sympathetic look at Savannah. I can see through her act. She is being the
Trixie I know…a self-centered bitch, who sees Savannah as competition. 
    At
the same time Braxton and Dixon snap their heads at me, all of our expressions
are screaming the same thing, Holy fuckin’ shit! Did Trixie seriously just
fuckin’ ask Savannah that!
    “Trixie,
you need to get the fuck outta here, before I pick you up and remove you
myself!” I hiss through clenched teeth. I can’t take the painful look in
Savannah’s eyes as she stares at Trixie in shock. I love her way too fuckin’
much to allow this stupid slut to say anything to Savannah about Jacob. She
needs to fuckin’ go!
    Everything
happens so fast; before I know it, Savannah’s hand is connecting with Trixie’s
cheek. The techno music is thumping so you can’t hear the force behind the
slap, but Trixie’s cheek immediately turns fire red and she falls back into the
booth. “I cannot believe you just fuckin’ asked me that! Who does that!?”
Savannah shouts with her face inches from Trixie’s.
    Savannah’s
eyes are large and twinkling with tears. Before I can get out of the booth
she’s spinning around to leave our VIP area. Stopping momentarily to look back
at me, she holds her hand up motioning for me to stop. “Don’t!” Is all she says
before storming off.
    I’m
dumb founded. This is not how I’d planned our reunion. Thanks to Trixie,
Savannah is pissed at me…again! I can’t catch a fuckin’ break!
    Focusing
all of my anger on Trixie, I tear my gaze away from Savannah and back to
Trixie, who’s cupping her reddened cheek. Before I can even get a word out
Brooklyn is bringing down the wrath on her.
    “What
the fuck is wrong with you?! That was low even for you!” Brooklyn shouts
throwing her hands in the air, as Trixie flinches backing away from her.
Brooklyn’s entire body is vibrating with anger, looking like she’s a few
seconds away from beating Trixie’s ass. Trixie immediately jumps up out of the
booth, in an attempt to level the playing field with Brooklyn.
    Snapping
out of my state of shock from what just transpired, I follow her and climb out
of the booth, grab Trixie’s arm and force her to look at me. “You’re a fuckin’
idiot you know that! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell as she
pulls her arm from my grip. Trixie keeps looking from Brooklyn to me, with not
an ounce of regret in her eyes. This bitch is getting a high off of the hurt
she’s caused.
    “What?
I only asked a simple question? I was curious? How was I to know she’d go all
crazy and attack me! She’s lucky I‘m not speed dialing my father’s attorney to
draw up assault charges on the crazy bitch!”
    Brooklyn
takes another step towards Trixie pointing her finger an inch from her face. I
am shocked at the fact that Brooklyn hasn’t thrown a punch yet. I glance over
at Dixon who’s focused entirely on Brooklyn with a cocky grin plastered across
his face. He’s enjoying himself immensely.
    “You
may be blonde Trixie, but you’re far from being that stupid. You’re an evil
bitch who has no fuckin’ life, so you get your kicks from making everyone
around you miserable! You think Savannah’s slap hurt? Just remember, I throw
punches bitch, and I don’t hold back. You even think about causing any