Deadly Secrets

Chapter 40: Out The Club

Zara slammed down against the floor, taking all the air out of her lungs. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as she started to hyperventilate, her lungs aching with every breath. Max immediately lifted himself off of her, worry and confusion clouding his face as he cupped her cheek with a hand.

"Zara? Zara? Oh my God, breathe, I'm sorry—" He couldn't finish his sentence that he was forcefully jerked backwards by the collar of his shirt. This time, he had his guard on, and Max swiftly reached behind him to grab his attacker's ankle, pulling it underneath him. The guy lost his footing and fell backwards, giving Max enough time to jump onto his feet and get a grip on what had just happened. His eyes flicked briefly to Zara's squirming form on the floor, but she already had two people trying to calm her down. Feeling slightly relieved that she was getting the needed attention, he turned back to the guy who had just signed his death warrant. He was clearly surprised that he was the one on the floor and not Max, so he scrambled to his feet.

A space had opened up around the two of them, as people were getting increasingly aware of the situation and preferred to remain out of it. Max's eyes narrowed as his hands balled into fists, ready to punch this guy down into a pulp.

But the person he least expected was standing in front of him.

"That was for taking her away from me!"

Robert.

Max didn't even know this guy and he was trying to beat him up. But moments after, the puzzle pieces fitted themselves together.

Samantha and Robert. Robert and Samantha. But how had he come to know about this?

"What are you doing here? Came to fight for that whore of yours? You're so pathetic," Max chuckled. Although he tried to come across as nonchalant, a storm brewed inside of him. Anyone who tried to make a fool of him in public would pay with blood. He wasn't going to get pushed around, not now that he had finally been able to make proper contact with Zara. She would think of him as being weak, and that was unacceptable.

"I'll kill you!" Robert lunged for Max, with the intent to tackle him to the ground, but Max swung a punch to his face, sending him back to whence he came.

The bouncers must have been called, because Max suddenly found himself restrained, as did Robert.

"You're going to take this outside," One of the security guards said, and then the crackle of a walkie-talkie could be heard. The two boys kicked and cussed as they got dragged off the dance floor, but it was futile. The men had inescapable iron grips, and they didn't let go until both Max and Robert were out the backdoor, into an abandoned courtyard, and on the ground. "Y'all are not allowed back in until you solve this shit. And once you do get back, one more disturbance and you're out."

The man slammed the metal door, leaving Robert and Max catching their breaths. This was not the way he expected his night to go, and it pissed him off. He wasn't expecting to bring Zara home, but he was hoping that he could hang out with her again. It probably wouldn't happen after this.

"Do you realise what just happened? We got our asses thrown out. All because of some bitch—" Max got onto his knees and brushed his shirt off. There were all kinds of stains on it now, and the collar was tattered, leaving part of his chest exposed. Robert's shirts were more decent-looking, but he was bleeding from his lip.

"Don't blame me, it's your fault. What makes you think that you can just...do any girl and not have to face the consequences?" Robert glared at Max with an intensity that verged on eerie. Max found himself scratching his neck, looking everywhere but at him.

"I've done it several times before..." Max couldn't help but smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. What was this guy trying to do, play the white knight? How many times did he have to tell him that his girlfriend was a whore? "So I'd say, personal experience?" Max got up onto his feet, ready to walk back inside and go find Zara.