Unfinished…..

Nathaniel

Rapidly my oxygen supply was being cut, and the dude definitely had no intention of letting me breathe anytime soon.

His fingers kept adding unnecessary pressure to my neck, forcing tears from my eyes.

“Who the fuck sent you, motherfucker, and what’s your favorite way to die, bitch?” He snarled, the psycho pitch in his voice grabbing my hearing.

I choked out, lungs and eyes burning.

“It… I…”

Dangerously, he leaned closer to my ear, his voice dropping. “Let me guess, you thought I was Liam Carrington?” He pulled away chuckling. “You got the wrong Carrington, pretty.”

My eyes widened, nearly popping. My breathing had quickly turned uneven.

The pressure from his grip didn’t drop.

“Now tell me, who sent you to drug my brother, and if you fucking lie, I can’t promise I won’t hurt your pretty face.” He smirked, and there was something very unsettling about it.

My back pressed harder into the cold tiles, his fingers still locked around my throat like iron.

“I—I didn’t—” I wheezed, vision blurring at the edges.

He tilted his head slightly, watching me struggle as if it were entertainment.

“Wrong answer,” he murmured.

His grip tightened.

A broken sound tore from me.

Think.

Think, Nathaniel.

If I said Reina, I was dead.

If I didn’t—

I clawed weakly at his wrist. “I wasn’t trying to drug your brother or you… it… was…” I wheezed badly, unable to breathe at this point. He was literally choking the fuck out of me.

His eyes narrowed. “A misunderstanding? Well, misunderstand this. I’m going to damage you until I get the truth out of you.” He shoved me harder against the wall, and I groaned at the pain shooting through my back.

His shove caused the package in my hoodie to slip and fall, which unmistakably caught the stranger’s attention.

The contents of the package spilled out, a whitish substance sealed in a transparent ziplock bag.

His eyes trailed it, and then back to me. “Drugs? So not only are you shitty, but you’re also a drug dealer. I wonder what effects it would have on you after I make you choke on it.” His hold on my neck loosened.

I took that chance, digging my hand into my hoodie pocket, and in a split second, I plunged the syringe into his neck.

It was his turn to be stunned, eyes popping wide in disbelief.

He stumbled backward, ripping the syringe from his neck before staring hard at me. His dark gaze landed right on me.

“You motherfucker…” he groaned. His eyes shot bloodshot.

My chest heaved, every inhale a ragged, desperate gasp. The sting of adrenaline, and whatever the hell I’d just injected him, ran hot through his veins. His dark eyes were locked on me, and I could feel the room shrink around us.

“You… you—” he choked out, stumbling back, hands trembling as he pressed at his neck. “You little—” He couldn’t complete his statement as he lost consciousness, falling straight at me.

I caught his huge body, completely off guard, heart pounding in my throat.

Quickly I checked his pulse and exhaled in relief, but it was short-lived as the reality crashed in.

I had just messed this up and knocked a guy twice my size out.

Momentarily freaking out, I carefully lowered him onto the toilet seat—

Next, my head snapped toward the door, which was busted open.

Mcoy stood there, his eyes first landing on me, and then the dude behind me. Pure horror wracked his features.

“I… I didn’t know what to do.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I panicked and I injected him with a sedative. He won’t—” A punch landed across my face, and a ringing echoed through my hearing.

“You fucking had one job, Nathaniel, and just had to fuck it up.” He pointed like he was ready to send me to my grave.

I stumbled, still trying to recover from the punch, which totally caught me off guard.

“What’s happening….” came a feminine voice. I raised my head to find Reina standing there.

Her eyes raced through what was happening. Quickly she entered the stall, closing the door behind her.

“I fucking told you he was incompetent, Reina. Now look at what the fucking moron has done.” Mcoy pointed at the unconscious dude.

“You barking won’t help the situation, Mcoy, so stop behaving like a damn child.” The calmness in her tone needed to be studied.

“Then what the fuck are we going to do about this? And he even messed up the drug delivery? Those Russians are going to fuck us up.”

Completely ignoring him, Reina focused her gaze on me. “How long before he regains consciousness?”

I licked my lips, shivering. “Thirty minutes to one hour… Because of his size.” The dude wasn’t just big, he was huge.

She shook her head. “That’s enough time.” She cleared her throat, then said, “Now get the fuck out of here, and don’t fucking say anything to anyone. Got it?”

Frantically I shook my head, and the next minute I stumbled out of the stall, trembling badly.

Getting myself out of the club as quickly as I could, I took a cab straight to my apartment.

At this point, I wasn’t sure I was thinking straight. Hurriedly paying the cab, I charged into my apartment, locking the door.

Slowly, I slid to the ground against my door, holding my chest, which was still pounding.

The memory of his dark, bloodshot eyes flashed behind my eyelids, and my stomach twisted…

I’m fucking cooked.

Fuck!

Fuck!