Hendrix

by Kelsey Clayton

“Colby!” Saige is now in tears as she tries to get me to stop. I look over at her and soften slightly, but it's not enough. “Get in the car, Saige.” She shakes her head. “No, just leave him alone. I've got it handled. Please.” “Handled? Look at your side! You call that handled?” No way in hell am I leaving her here. “Hate me for this all you want, but do it from somewhere else. Get in the fucking car!” Finally listening, she turns around and scurries from the room. I turn my attention back at Topher, who is unmoving in my grasp. Maybe he's got a brain when it comes to staying alive. “I ever see you anywhere near her again, I swear to God, I'll rip your heart straight from your fucking chest,” I hiss. “I've got a lot of connections and more than enough money. I can kill you in broad daylight and make it look like a goddamn accident. Do you understand me?” He nods like a coward, and the second I let go, he falls to the floor. I turn around and walk past Asher, grabbing Saige's purse and car keys from the table in the hallway. When he steps outside, I can see Saige in the passenger seat of my car, safe. A hysterical mess, maybe, but she's safe. I hand Saige's keys to Asher. “Bring her car back to my place.” “You got it.”