HIS Old Lady

CHAPTER 6: Who's Hungry?

●JAY●

        I didn't expect to hear Annie's voice on the other end of the phone. 

       FUCK! I felt bad that I answered the way I did. 

        I was worried however, when I heard how scared she sounded. 

       After explaining to me what happened, I almost broke my phone from squeezing it too tightly. I wanted to kill whoever was harassing what was mine. 

        I told her that I'd be there immediately. Then she hung up. I quickly explained to Knockout the situation and we quickly got a few of the guys on our way out. 

        When we got into the club. The music was still going but immediately we saw the fight going on. 

        I saw Annie on the guy's back that was yelling at my sister. Then I noticed Annie was trying to choke the guy and punch him. Though clearly he was a lot stronger than her and I'm sure wasn't feeling a thing. I thought she looked so adorable and cute. 

        As the guys and I continued making our way through the people, I noticed a drunken guy grabbing Annie from around the waist and pulling her off of him while she was kicking and screaming. 

        I began pushing people out the way and finally got to her and knocked the guy out before grabbing her in my arms and turning her to face me. 

        After asking if she was alright, I grabbed her hand and we left and rode home with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. 

        Just her holding onto me tighter when we turned a sharp corner or just in general cause she was so scared.  Either way, it felt good. 

        I've had many girls' arms around my waist before, while riding on the back of my bike. However, nothing was like this. Hers felt......better.....and arousing, i'll admit.

        Once we got inside the house, I was fuming with anger towards Rachelle. 

        She swears that she can take on anyone. No matter how big they are. But what she doesn't realize is that she isn't the only one who is at risk.

       Rachelle and I are arguing until we hear Annie interrupt us and explain to us that it was her fault. She sounded almost like a kid who caught her parents arguing and wanted to make them stop.

        Knockout, of course, quickly killed the silence that was present for a brief moment by asking if anyone wanted pizza and wings.

        I'm glad he did too. I couldn't bare to see the look of guilt that was displayed across her face. It wasn't her fault. It was Rachelle's.

        Though on the other hand, I was more angry at the fact that she was being touched by some drunken men. I wanted to kill them. Cut their hands off. Torture them to make them never do that again.

        I wanted nothing more than to be able to protect her from then on out.