Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 20

The attacker's eyes widened with surprise. His jaw dropped, but just for a few seconds. Anger was flashing in his eyes, I could feel the tension he was radiating.

"A girl or not, you piss me off." He spat at me. He was clenching his right fist, lifting it in the air.

I knew what was coming. My heart was racing, my whole body shook with fear and adrenalin, I breathed out a small cloud of hot air from my lungs, which spattered around like a cloud of smoke. This was it. The only thought I had was I bet guy hits, hurt worse than Virginia's. I closed my eyes.

I felt a whoosh sound of air blowing right next to my cheek and then a hitting sound. What the hell? I didn't feel a thing.

I opened my eyes and saw Lucas's hand stopping his fist. He was clenching the drunk's fist with no effort at all, his face completely blank, except his eyes, they seemed even more darker then usually, painted with rage.

"Big mistake." Lucas said, his voice embraced with a terrifying and cold tone. He pushed me away, yanking me down on my butt.

What was he doing? He was obviously still hurting from the beating his dad gave him, and if his dad could hurt him as bad, than what chance did he have against the pissed drunk and his five friends? It wasn't enough time to call for help, I wasn't strong enough to defend him, I couldn't…fuck, I couldn't do anything!

"You little fuck." The drunk growled, throwing his left fist at Lucas.

I hated this. I hated watching this. I hated here.

But then…then Lucas grabbed the attacker's hand so swiftly, everything else moved in slow motion. He was now holding both of the drunk's fists in his strong, relentless hands. The idiot drunk started grinding his teeth, leaving growling, disgruntled sound pass through his mouth. Lucas's face was still blank, emotionless, except those eyes. Those mysterious, angry eyes.

Suddenly Lucas bashed his head into the drunk's forehead. The drunk lost his sense of orientation, falling on his knees. He was holding his forehead, which was obviously bleeding. That only pissed the idiot's friends more.

They all came at Lucas at once. Without blinking he knocked the first one down with his left fist, he swiftly turned breaking someone's nose by bashing into it with his elbow. He could fight. Lucas could really fight. But there were still three left, and even if he would be the boxing champion, if three big guys attack you at once…

He swung left, he swung right, but they were coming at him from all directions. He was fast, but not fast enough.

A guy grabbed him from behind, clenching his arms with his own, making it not able to move. One of the guys punched Lucas in the stomach, he grunted with pain, furrowing his eyebrows, looking at the guy with rage.

"A bloodbath." Laughed Matt, friendly punching him in the shoulder. All of the drunk guys were groaning on the floor, covering their injuries. The guy with the bashed nose looked pretty bad, blood pouring from his face. Well, he had it coming, I said to myself, looking at Lucas.

He looked so tall, so strong and ruthless, but in the good way. Like an angel guardian…a fallen angel guardian, but still. He was my angel, even if he had black feathers.

"Are you okay?" Ziggy looked at me. I was still sitting on the ground, frozen from all the scenes and deadly cold.

"Y…Yeah." I mumbled, trying to get up. I was still processing everything that has happened.

"Skye…" Lucas whispered and put his hand around my waist, helping me to get up. His hands were sealed tight against me, making me feel completely safe. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He paused and I shook my head. He seemed so concerned. I should be concerned about you, silly. "You sure?" He lifted his eyebrows, maybe expecting a different answer.

"Yes." I said, decisively. Everything felt weird. The atmosphere was new to me, but sort of free. It was like something broke inside of me…but on a good way. It felt like a wall crashed down, like some sort of barrier was reached, like…like I wasn't that scared anymore. "Lucas." I started.