You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Easton

I’m going to kill someone today.

I’m sure of it.

Anger is boiling inside my chest. Nothing Harper says or does can calm me down. I don’t give a fuck if she ran into Blake in the hallway, if it was by accident, if she didn’t want to talk to him-I don’t want her around him.

Period.

I don’t want her to even acknowledge that motherfucker exists.

Knowing my temper, I avoid him all day, so I don’t try to fight him in the hallway, but on my way to one of my last classes, I see him. He’s sitting on one of the tables in the cafeteria, talking to a girl I used to fuck. The look he’s giving her is the same one he gave to Harper earlier.

A look that’s never going to come across his face again.

I’m going to make sure of that.

I rush through the entrance and the second I reach him, I grab him by the fucking collar and haul him up off the table. “You want to talk to Harper?” I blast at him. “You talk to me first.”

He laughs like an egotistical cocksucker. “What, are you feeling threatened, Easton? Worried she might like my cock more than yours?” He smiles. “I’d be worried, too.”

“Easton!” Harper shouts from the doorway, rushing through the cafeteria, her hands now on my waist, trying to get me to release Blake. “Don’t do this,” she pleads. “Please don’t do this.”

His smile grows as he says, “Gonna listen to your girl?”

“I can’t wait to hear this,” Aisha says, who’s now joined us, standing behind Blake. “This

is going to get good.”

A fire is licking through my veins as I continue to hold him by the throat, my anger causing me to see red.

“I’ve fucking had it with you,” I tell him. “With your bullshit, your lies, the way you won’t back off my girl. She’s mine, Blake.” My teeth clench, growling, “Mine.”

“Easton, come on,” Harper cries from behind me, trying to unclench the fingers of my free hand from the ball that they’re in.

“Man, you talk a lot of shit,” Blake goads, his lips wide, almost comical like The Joker. “But that’s all you are-full of shit. You’ve got nothing to back yourself up. No balls. Just

I’m fucking done.

I shake Harper away and rear my arm back, my fist aiming for his nose. I punch him with all the strength I have and the second my skin connects with his, a sharp pain explodes through my knuckles.

Harper’s scream fills my ears.

Aisha’s gasp echoes through the room.

And the blood that gushes from Blake’s nose only adds to the red I’m already seeing.

“Fuck me!” Blake shouts, covering his face, the blood dripping through his fingers.

I feel no relief at all, the hate is still running through me.

My arm moves back again and Harper shouts, “No! Easton, that’s enough!”

But it’s not enough.

Because even though he’s covering most of his face, I can still see that fucking smile.

“You want more of me, you motherfucker?” I spit. “Move your fucking hand so I can knock your ass out.”

“Easton,” Harper cries, “you’re going to get in trouble-”

Fighting her is a battle I won’t win, so when her hand stays on my shoulder, leading me out of the cafeteria and into her office, I say nothing.