Chapter 2 - Dash Bolton

Dash POV

“Seriously? A college party?” I let out and Jagger shrugs. Usually, he is the one who does this type of job, but today I am the unlucky bastard who has to deal with kids. I owe him. I promised I would do something for him. That’s what happens when your twin brother gets shot saving your fucking life. 

Jagger is the enforcer in our fucked up world. We belong to the MOB and I am the boss’s right hand. So usually Jagger needs to deal with this situation, scare some people, and beat them up, but today is my turn. I hate doing these types of jobs, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy beating some people and violence is always the answer, but when it comes to parties like this… I hate doing it, there’s too much to lose and I usually tend to get into some girl’s bed. 

As I said before, we are twins. I can’t see anything similar between us, but everyone says we look exactly the same with just different haircuts, but I don’t see it. Jagger is a miserable bastard while I enjoy life and I enjoy getting lost in pussy. We couldn’t be any more different. 

Jagger was born a whole twenty minutes before me. He was born naturally and then I decided I didn’t want to be born and they had to take our mother to the operating room and take me out. What can I say? I was stubborn even before I was born. Jagger always behaves like an older brother, even though we are fucking twins. 

One thing you don’t see every day is that we are twins, but we were born on different days. He was born before midnight and I was born after midnight. I think that makes us even more special. Growing up, kids used to tease us and Jagger never took it lightly. 

“Tenth floor,” Jagger says and I roll my eyes and open the car door, stepping out. The kid throwing this party has bought a stupid amount of drugs from one of our local dealers and hasn’t paid, even after the dealer paid him a visit he still won’t pay so it’s up to me now to rough him up a little. 

I walk straight into the building without being asked for identification or anything. I assume the party is getting wilder, and he doesn’t care who shows up to have fun, so I assume it will be okay for me to show up. When the elevator dings and the doors open, I can already smell the pot. Fair enough. My partying in college was a lot harder, and I know he is partying hard as well. The amount of coke and heroin this guy bought is enough to get everyone in here high and have some leftovers. 

I step inside the apartment and my eyes scan each room and I immediately spot the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. She is dancing on top of the dining room table, her hands moving up and down her body while her movements make every guy in here drool. She is holding a red plastic cup while everyone around the table claps and chants for her to strip.

I can see three girls looking horrified, and there are two explanations for it. They are either the girl’s friend or they hate her. I shrug my shoulders, walking past the sea of people and walking up the stairs. I need to find the guy and I know looking down from the balcony is the best way. You would never think the apartment was an open space like this from the outside. 

I rest my elbows on the railing as I stare down and I spot the bastard. He is the one up close to the girl dancing on the table, his phone up as he records, and something in me twists. My smile disappears as I hear a girl purr in my ear. “Wanna have some fun?”

I wrap my hands in her arms and push her lightly away from me. She is so out of her mind she won’t even remember partying tomorrow. Her eyes are bloodshot red and I take a deep breath as I walk past her and down the stairs again.

Moving fast between the people around the table trying to get to the guy, I stop when the girl falls and I extend my arms to catch her. Her eyes dart to mine and she offers me a small smile before she curses under her breath and pukes all over me and down herself. Fucking great. That is all I need. 

I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to control my anger and when I open my eyes again, her eyes are scanning my face. Her hand moved up and down my cheek as if trying to memorize my face. My leather jacket and all of her clothes are covered in vomit, and I swear I could spank her ass for drinking this much and getting to this state. 

“Oh my God, thank you,” a blonde girl says as she approaches me after I hear everyone booing and moving away from the passed-out girl who is now sleeping in my arms. “I am so sorry about that,” another girl with blue hair says and I nod. 

“This way,” she says, pushing away from people while I scan the room, not being able to find the bastard again. “Fuck,” I hiss and the three girls look at me and they all offer me an apologetic smile. They are all too fucking young for me, but the sleeping beauty is in my arms. Fuck, she is gorgeous, probably the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and her skin is so soft and before she puked all over me, she was smelling amazing. 

The girls guide me up the stairs to a room with a bed in the middle. I look around, not liking the place, but I place her limp body on the bed and the girls start thanking me. The girl with the blonde hair is a little handsy trying to remove my jacket, but I wave her off. I came here to do a job and I am going to do it. 

I remove my jacket and throw it on the floor of the bathroom that is adjacent to the room. There’s no saving it. I roll the sleeves of my black shirt and watch as the girl sleeps in the middle of the bed while her friends remove her clothes as she protests. I try to avoid staring, but I can’t. She is perfection. Even when she is slurring. 

I leave the room without saying anything else, trying to get my head back in the game and I scan the entire apartment looking for the prick and I can’t find him. He either saw me and sniffed trouble or he is in one of the rooms fucking some girl. 

I grab a bottle of vodka from the shelf and bring it to my lips as I walk up the stairs again. Maybe I should’ve checked upstairs first, but I needed to put distance between myself and the sleeping beauty. As I walk out of the kitchen, I see her friends all chatting to some guys and I frown. Where is the red-haired goddess? I walk past them, ignoring their words, and rush up the stairs. I open the door to find her under the guy I was looking for. Her sleeping body is under his while he kisses her neck and anger bubbles in me and when I close the door after I step inside the room, his eyes focus on me.

“Bro, can’t you see the room is taken?” The guy says, and I move fast to him, gripping him by the collar of his shirt, slamming my fists into his face. I can hear the crack of bones breaking and his screams are loud, but the music is louder and for once I am glad about that.

The guy screams in agony, trying to push me away and right now I don’t know if I am ending his life or if I am just breaking a couple of limbs. The bastard cries in agony when he falls on his knees and I place my boot on his leg and press, hearing his bones break and he screams in agony again. Fucking Pussy. he needs to grow a pair if he wants to be a big bad wolf. 

I can hear the sleeping beauty shifting on the bed and when I look at her, she is mumbling something in her sleep. She is completely out of it. I can see her top pulled up, exposing her breasts and something in me shifts and a blinding rage takes over again as I grab the guy’s hair and slam his face against the wall. “The Reaper says hi,” I whisper in his ear. The sleeping beauty is not wearing the same clothes as before. She is wearing something clean and I am grateful for that. I walk to the girl and fix her clothes before grabbing her in my arms and taking her away. 

I might be a man-whore, but I would never take advantage of a woman. Men like that can’t be called men. They have to be called weasels. I am seeing red the entire time I have the girl in my arms carrying her down the stairs. 

I always hated college parties, even when I was in college, but things in England worked a little differently and the guys we surrounded ourselves with would never dare touch a woman without her permission. I don’t take myself too seriously, but if there’s something that makes me lose my cool, it’s this. A damsel in distress because a guy is trying to attack her, instead of protecting her. 

I get out of that apartment without anyone stopping me. This fucking generation is lost. No one stops a stranger carrying a passed-out girl out of the house. I shake my head as I try to calm my anger and it does calm down as soon as the sleeping beauty wraps her arms around my neck to be more comfortable. 

She weights less than I thought; she is light as a feather and my cock decides it’s a good time to say hello, her body against mine feels right and I need to start thinking about my grandmother in a bikini to make it go down. There’s something about the girl that makes me feel this intense need to protect her.