Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

I can do that

Request: The reader gets beat up by a drunk ex-boyfriend (from long ago, so y/n and Kayce would be dating already) and is afraid for Kayce to find out cause he might take it to far. So y/n tells Rip - who tells Kayce. So Rip and Kayce take everyone from the bunkhouse to beat up this ex.

Author's Note - This is slightly different than the request – I had already written it out before remembering the "not telling Kayce part" but hopefully it'll still do it justice!

You knew you probably shouldn't have pulled over to get gas in a nearly vacant station on the side of the highway. But you knew by the time you made it back to the Yellowstone, you'd be on empty. And tomorrow was an early day for Kayce, who didn't need you making him take an extra stop for gas on his way into the office. So you made the split-second decision to hit the last station before the turn-off for the ranch.

You were tired, having worked a full ten hours with Jamie trying to figure out how to save John Dutton's ass for whatever number of time. Working with Jamie wasn't a walk in the park either. While the two of you got along, he certainly didn't get along with his father or sister. So you heard him complain all day as well. You had only had half a sandwich for lunch and all you really wanted to do was crawl into bed with Kayce.

You leaned against the truck while it filled up and noticed a blue sedan pull into the spot across from you. You didn't pay any attention to the guy as he stepped out and started filling his own tank up. But then you heard your name, said by a voice you never thought you'd see again. Your ex-boyfriend only hit you once, when you quickly filed charges and learned you weren't the first woman he hit. Last you heard he was doing four years for three assault charges. But here he was, standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

"Out of all the gas stations..." Trevor took a step towards you and you panicked.

Turning around you tried to open the truck door, but he was faster, slamming it shut with his boot before pressing you against the window.

"You fucking bitch ruined my life," His breath was hot against your ear. You could smell the whiskey on him now and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Get off!" You yelled, but it only angered him more. Trevor took your head and pulled back slightly before slamming it against the window of the truck. Pain seared through you as you cried out.

"How's it feel to be helpless?" Trevor sneered as he spun you around. You tried to push him away but his fist connect to your jaw, sending you to the cold ground. You could see another truck pull up now from where you were, but it couldn't see you from where it parked.

"Have a nice night, bitch," Trevor spit at you, delivering one kick to your side before walking back over to his car.

You groaned, holding your side as he drove off fast. You panted out harsh breaths, your forehead warm against the freezing concrete beneath it. Your pump stopped, signaling you were done filling up.

Slowly you got to your knees, looking around but not seeing anyone who could help you. Sure, you could go inside the store, but what was that person going to do? You got yourself standing, holding onto the truck and looked out the window. There was some blood coming from your forehead where you must have cut yourself he slammed your head. Your eyes traveled down to the door of the truck though and you saw the Yellowstone logo in bright yellow. Trevor probably saw it too...which means he knew where you were.

"Fuck."

You were able to pull yourself together enough to make it back to the main house, almost an hour later than when you told Kayce you'd be there. Sure enough, he was standing on the front porch with his father, Beth, and Rip. You cut the headlights off of them as Kayce made his way to the driver's door, opening it.