The Castle of Gold [Bk 2]

ch.50 Mine, ours

Harry kissed my cheek again and again, until I looked up at him.

“I’m sorry” he apologized again.

“It’s ok” I told him.

“I can’t lose you again” he shook his head quickly in determination.

I nodded in agreement. Then we headed back to Harry’s apartment. The image of Becky’s wet, naked body over Harry flashed in my mind and I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what I was going

Harry opened his front door and I walked in.

Becky was laying on Harry’s bed, in her towel, and flipping through the channels on the T.V.

She looked up as we walked in.

“Oh, hey Angie” she greeted casually.

I glared at her. I have to admit, she had some steel-hard nerve to just sit there as if nothing had happened.

“Beck-” Harry spoke up calmly, but I cut him off.

“Rebecca Kirchhoff, get the fu*k out of my house” I commanded through clenched teeth.

Becky’s mouth hung open slightly as she stared at me in disbelief. I could feel Harry’s eyes on my back, watching me with the same shocking expression.

Not only had I cursed (and I never curse), but I had also said “my” house and I knew Harry was pleased about that.

Becky swallowed hard and resumed her flirtatious teasing.

“Well that’s no way to treat a guest” she winked as she toyed with a piece of her damp hair.

She winked at Harry.

I nearly ran over to Becky, grabbed her by her towel and shoved her against the wall.

She grasped her towel with whatever ounce of dignity was left inside her.

“I swear to God, I will throw you in that jail cell with Louis so he can screw you til Kingdom Come” I threatened through clenched teeth.

Becky stared me in silence. Her lower lip quivered and she swallowed hard.

Then she nodded ever so slightly and started to pull her clothes on hastily.

I walked back over to Harry’s side. He watched me walk up to him with the most calm, but thrilled expression. His eyes light up at my momentary confidence and aggression and his lips curled up in a slight grin.

I took his hand and squeezed it. Of all the times he has defended me; it felt nice to be able to do the same for once.

Just then, a tall, dark figure ran into the room, causing it and the entire level of apartments to shake.

“Angela, are you ok? I heard crying” the figure asked and we all turned to see Danny: fists clenched, jaw tight and eyes eager- eager to hit something.

Danny’s dark eyes watched me carefully as he came up to me and patted my shoulder with his paw-like hand.

Then he turned his attention to Harry, the suspected criminal, and Becky, the suspected accomplice. Danny’s fists clicked, like a revolver ready to release the lethal pain.

“You son of a b*tch” Danny raised his voice and glared at Harry and back at Becky, who had quickly pulled her shirt on.

“Wait, Dan-” Harry tried to explain, but Danny walked slowly and dangerously close to Harry.

“Danny-” I spoke up, but Danny was already full into one of his rampages.

“You!” Danny pointed accusingly at Harry.