Chapter 154: I used to love you
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She laughed. "Bitch? You've learned to have a backbone I see. Monique said you were weak but I didn't believe her. Drake would never be with a weak woman. I can see why he likes you, but he doesn't love you, bitch. You're delusional if you think that's true."
My hands shook at my side and I couldn't take it anymore. I set my camera bag gently on the ground before I pinned her with my glare.
"You're pissing off the wrong person. I hope you can get your job back at the strip club because your time here is finished."
She snorted at me. "Right. As if Drake would ever fire me. We have history, honey. A history you'll never understand. I fulfilled his hunger in ways no woman ever could."
Now she was just making me angrier. She had some nerve saying this shit to me.
"Don't believe me? Go inside and see what happens. You're fired, Brooke, and all I had to do was bat my eyes at my boyfriend." An evil smirk tugged on my lips, but a look of fury filled her gaze. I may have lied about batting my eyes, but she didn't need to know that. Either way, she was fucking gone and I couldn't be happier about it.
But before I knew what was happening, she attacked me with a crazed war cry. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair as I screamed out and clutched onto her arms. We whipped each other around as our screams echoed through the parking lot. This bitch was fighting dirty and I needed to get her off of me.
She slammed me into Drake's car as the alarm shrilled to life, beeping relentlessly around us. But it gave me the leverage I needed, placing my foot on her stomach as I shoved her away from me. She stumbled back and glared at me with so much anger that I knew this fight was far from over.
I lunged at her, but instead of grabbing her hair like a little bitch, I punched her right in the nose. She fell back with a cry, grabbing at her nose before she glared at me again.
"You're going to regret that, you fucking bitch!" She screamed before she came at me again.
Grabbing for my hair again, I grabbed her arm just in time to block her, but then her other arm came out of nowhere. Her fist connected with my jaw as I felt a crack. Ow, that fucking hurt! And the pain only fueled my anger even more.
I tackled her to the ground as I screamed out, hitting her every chance I could as her cries of help drowned me out. We rolled back and forth, fighting for dominance as our fists went flying. She'd connect with my face or chest and then I'd connect with hers. This was a fight to the death and I'd be damned if she was going to beat me.
"Hey!" I heard Drake's voice but I immediately drowned it out as I continued to punch at Brooke.
Then Drake's strong, tattooed arms wrapped around me and roughly removed me from Brooke. He held me tight against his chest as he pulled me back several steps. Lane grabbed Brooke and did the same thing.
"What the hell is going on out here?!" Drake shouted.
"This bitch attacked me!" Brooke shrieked before she wildly thrashed in Lane's arms.
"Attacked you?! You have some nerve, you cunt!" I screamed back.
Drake lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I am so proud of you, babe. Let me handle it from here." He slowly released me when he realized I wasn't going to go after Brooke again. Then he marched right up to her before he pointed at the camera attached to the warehouse above the door. "That video will show me everything. Now if you don't want a lawsuit, I suggest you get the fuck out of here. And if you ever lay a hand on lynn again, know that I won't pull her off of you. You're fired. Get out of my fucking sight."
Her mouth nearly hit the ground as she scoffed. "Drake! How could you turn your back on me after everything?!"
"Everything?! What the fuck are you even talking about?! We spent one week together fucking years ago and all you wanted to do was to fuck!" He shouted.
"What we had was beautiful!" She cried. "I did things for you that nobody else could have! You cried in my arms and told me everything. You're the one who walked away from me! I loved you, Drake!"
Now my jaw was the one that hit the ground. She was so fucking demented!
"You did things to me that I allowed you to do so I could numb the pain of being alone. I cried in your fucking arms because I needed help. I walked away from you because you were poison!"
She blubbered in Lane's arms before completely deflating. I didn't feel one ounce of remorse for her as she shook out of Lane's embrace, grabbed her shoe that had fallen off in the fight, and then tucked tail and ran to her car. We all silently watched her go before Drake turned to me.
He marched right up and framed my face with his hands. "I'm so fucking sorry that you had to deal with any of that. I never should have brought her here. Are you okay?" He touched a sore spot above my eyebrow as I winced.
I lightly chuckled as I covered his hands with mine. "I'm fine, Drake, but can we maybe stop allowing people like her into our lives from here on out?"
"You have my word," he whispered.
"Good, now let's get back to work so we can go home and put today behind us."
He chuckled as he pulled his hands away from my face, intertwining our hands together as we headed back inside. But I stopped and let out a laugh when I saw luis leaned up against the wall with a small bag of peanuts in his hand, chowing down on them.
"Are you serious? Where do you even keep getting snacks from?" I asked.
His gaze fell to his peanuts as he shrugged. "They're usually in my pockets, but I found these on my way out to watch the show." He winked at me. "Nice job, by the way... little bad ass."
"Shut up." I laughed.
We all went back inside and got back to work. Now that Brooke was out of the picture, I could breathe a little better. It was also super cute to find Drake stealing glances in my direction every chance he could. The love I had for this man was immeasurable, but I hoped to show him some day just how much he meant to me.
