In the bustling corridors of St. James Hospital, two dedicated nurses, Nico and Val, have built their lives around helping others. Best friends since their high school days, they know each other inside and out-or so it seems.
Unbeknownst to Val, Ni...
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I sat at the bar, barely drinking the glass of scotch I had in front of me. My adrenaline was at an all time high, and I couldn't seem to even keep my anger down, let alone a drink. On the side of me, however, the Jared fucker was talking my ear off.
I invited him for drinks and claimed that I wanted to talk about finances and that Val was the one who suggested him. All of that was lies, Val didn't speak a single word about him. However, seeing those finger prints on her arm almost made my heart explode.
Val had the worst taste in men I've ever seen, and she was friends with Kendal. Out of all of Val's friends, the fashion superstar was the biggest player I knew.
"So then the bitch stormed out of the restaurant. She's lucky I love the chase, she'll be back after what I told her." Jared rambled, his words starting to slow and slur together.
I felt my eye twitch as I squeezed the glass in my hand. I choked out a fake laugh and he ran a hand through his hair. "What did you say to her?" I ask, trying to get any details I could out of him, I knew Val wasn't going to tell me.
"I told her the truth. She needed to learn to take what was offered to her because no one wanted someone like her." He spat angrily, and I shook my head.
He had no idea just how bad someone wanted Val. Me. If she knew that there was someone who was waiting for the opportunity to treat her right, she wouldn't feel the urge to even breathe the same air as dirtbags like him.
"-Called her a pig. It didn't help she wore pink either." He continued, nudging me with his elbow as if I would laugh at his insults.
"If it was up to me, she'd be at my house right now, making me a meal after fucking her. That's probably why she had such a stick up her puss." He smirked, and that was the last straw.
"Wanna go grab a bite? I can't drink on an empty stomach." I tell him, knowing I was about to go into the next alleyway and let out about three weeks worth of aggression.
He agreed and we paid for our drinks, walking out of the bar. The way he kept chatting, you'd think he would've thought we were the best of friends. I led him toward Rowan's, a dinner that had a pretty good alleyway.
"The entrance is this way." I said, leading him into the alley. He had no sense of self preservation, he followed me blindly. I took my jacket off and tossed it before spinning on my heel and punching him in his nose.
I held his shirt as I kept dealing blows to his face. I didn't care that he was drunk, it just made him an easier target. He tried swinging back, but by the time I was done, he slumped against the wall and slid to the ground.
