Blaze's pov
I sat at the bar with Trevon and Serial. Bryant had called to say he'd be arriving late so we'd ordered some drinks first.
"So tell me Tray, how are you holding up?", I asked "Is grandma still up your pants?"
Trevon frowned instantly.
"if you say it like that it sounds like she's giving me a handjob bro", he said in annoyance.
Serial let out one of his annoying windshield laughter and I saw Trevon cuss at me. I joined Serial to mock Trevon, because afterall that was what we did anytime we met up.
"What about you? and did you find the girl that hurt your Dyonic?", Trevon asked me. I knew he wanted to fire back at me so I gave him an easy answer
"Yes, I found her", I said with a lot of annoyance in my tone. I couldn't help it, just her name coukd make me irritated all day. To think I had pulled up all those cards on her and she still refused to work for me.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't some philanthropist handing people jobs so they could better their lives or something. I just wanted her where I could make her life miserable.
Serial gave Trevon a look and I knew they wouldn't let the matter go so easily.
"so what happened?", Serial asked me while he pretended to not look inquisitive.
"i hate her, that's what happened"
"Bro did she give you a run for your money?", Trevon asked
"Literally Tray. I mean that girl just has a way of getting on my nerves. I really want to bag up her short ass and throw her into my car's trunk. She's so defiant and for some reason she just manages to get me curious at the same time"
Trevon let out a laugh " Damn sounds like you're in love", he teased
"f*uck no!", I immediately responded
Just then we saw Bryant stride in with a deep frown on his extremely handsome face. Being the eldest, Bryant wasn't one to really say much and we always felt that he was the least outgoing person amongst us.
He pulled up a stool and sat down.
"Hey bro, everything fine?", Serial immediately asked.
Even though serial wasn't tge type you'd want to mess with because he coukd literally destroy you with a few words, he was still the most caring out of us four. He would virtually stick up for anyone of us and he was the one each of us woukd likely talk to if we had any problems.
Trevon downed his scotch and turned momentarily only to get lost in someone's gaze.
I caught the subtle glance he sent to the blonde guy but really didn't think it was my place to interfere so I let him have his moment.
Turning back to my eldest brother, I saw him down Serial's whiskey in one shot. Again Bryant was really the alcohol type so he definitely had something stuck up his ass to drink.
I groaned and got up
"Sorry bros but I don't think I'm in for any emotional breakdown so Serial, please do what you know how to do best. Listen to Bryant and tell me later how we all can help"
"why is he so nonchalent", I heard Bryant ask just as I straightened my clothes out.
I grabbed the purse I've been holding onto for about a week now and headed out. Just as I unlocked my car and was about to step in, I saw something strange just a few metres away from my Dyonic.
"let me go you pervert!", a feminine voice sudeenly shouted. Guess it's a man and his woman issue, I decided to act my usual nonchalant self.
"I said let me go you drunk", the voice came again as I grabbed the door and opened it.
For the first time in my entire existence, I felt moved to interfere. I was tempted to go back there and do something even if that woukd label me as a nosy person.
I ignored that feeling and climbed into Dyonic, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway.
Amerylla was beginning to panic as sge struggled against the drunk man before her. How did she get herself into such a mess?. Well, after sulking the following day over Balze Lockheart and how he had ruined her business which technically hadn't even been given the opportunity to grow, she had decided to at least agree to do the cleaning job.
And then she had arrived at the venue to be completely caught offguard, she had honestly thought it was perhaps a restaurant, turns out it was a club.
She hadn't been impressed whatsoever and had politely declined. She had offered for uber and opted to wait it out at the parking lot. And that is how she met the drunk pervert trying to take advantage of her.
I was honestly annoyed about how my brain kept nagging me about earlier. I was on the highway now and pretty much not near the club anymore, yet I couldn't stop myself from flashing back to the parking lot.
Why did I feel bad that I hadn't interfered?. I never interfered whatsoever in people's problems and I never got scolded by my conscience for it either.
So what made this any different?. Why did I care so much about it?.
Stopping Dyonic abruptly by the sidewalk, I frustratedly ran a hand through my hair and heaved a rather deep sigh.
Damn, I'm going to regret this.
With that, I immediately turned the car around and headed for the club at full speed. I ignored all speed limits and pushed Dyonic to her limits.
Once I got there, I didn't bother to park properly, I just stepped out and headed towards them.
I grabbed the girl struggling against the so-called pervert and pulled her behind.
"What the f*ck is your problem bimbo?", the drunk slurred.
I smirked in the dark at him
"I should be asking you that", I answered.
"humph, I paid her", he slurred again.
"What the hell?", Amerylla's eyes widened.
That voice, it sounded very familiar.
"Too bad, she's coming with me", I said before grabbing her hand from behind me.
"What the....bro you can't take someone else's slit away like that?", the drunk continued.
"slut?", Amerylla asked "excuse you"
Why did I feel like I know that voice?
I had had enough so I took a step and dragged her with me. A hand grabbed my shoulder and without looking back, I punched the deadass drunkard behind me.
I quickened my pace and immediately got into Dyonic. I watched as she also sat down and then I pulled out of there. Once we got onto the freeway which had bright streetlights, I turned to look at her.
Amerylla turned to look at her saviour once the car got to the freeway.
And she had the biggest surprise of her life
"you?", we both shouted at the same time in surprise.
All of a sudden he frowned, then quirked an eyebrow.
Why am I surprised?. By day a cookie maker and by night a coochie seller"
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NB : coochie is a vulgar slang for a woman's genitals, do not say this to anyone. its absolutely not polite and Blaze only used it here for the solepurpose of conveying his disgust for Amerylla.
I am wondering, would any of you be interested in reading Trevon or Serial's story next?