Page 85 of Loyal
“God, I can’t stand that guy,” I mutter when I see Billy getting out of his car.
Leaning against the windowsill, I watch the scene unfold.
Sami and Farrah approach him. Farrah with her bag over her shoulder and Sami with her arms crossed over her chest. I don’t know what he says, but whatever it is causes Farrah’s body to tense, making me frown. Sami looks over at her daughter with something that looks a whole lot like concern before she responds.
Next thing I know, Billy is losing his cool. Movement across the street catches my attention. Mr. Wilson takes a seat on his porch to watch the show.
“Nosy bastard,” I mutter before looking back at the three of them. Minute by minute, Billy gets louder, making my jaw tense and my hands flex at my sides.
“God, I want to lay him out,” I say out loud.
Next thing I know, Farrah is flinching and stepping back, but my girl stands her ground.
“Fuck this shit,” I say, pushing off the windowsill.
I rush downstairs and head straight outside. What I see makes my blood go cold. He’s got his hands on Farrah, trying to drag her off.
“Hey, step away from them!” I yell, catching his attention.
Farrah’s head snaps toward me, and her eyes go wide. Sami’s eyes are also wide as she shakes her head. I can already hear her telling me this isn’t a good idea, but I don’t fucking care.
I’d rather have his hatred aimed at me than them.
Billy lets go of her and spins toward me.
“You! You just don’t know how to mind your own fucking business, do you? Always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” he spews, finger pointed toward me as he marches my way.
“I would mind my own business if you didn’t make your shit public. If you didn’t take your anger out on those you supposedly care about,” I tell him.
“They are mine!” he snaps.
“Again, Billy, as I’ve pointed out in the past, they aren’t possessions. They are women. You don’t own them.”
He gets right up in my face, chest brushing against mine.
“You think you’re so smart don’t you? Think you’re invincible because of the patch you wear. I’m not afraid of you. I’ll fucking kill you,” he hisses.
“Billy, back off,” Sami pleads.
“Fuck this. I’m calling the cops,” Farrah mutters.
“Do it,” I tell him.
His eyes narrow in confusion.
“You think you can kill me, do it.” I hold my hands out to the side. “Hit me. Fight me. Just do it. Stop talking a big game and fucking do it.”
His arm draws back, and I hold my ground, letting him punch me right in the face.
“Loyal!” Sami yells.
“Dad, stop!” Farrah cries.
I chuckle as I rub my jaw. “You shouldn’t have done that…”
“You told me to,” he hisses as he shakes his hand.
“Yeah, but you hit me first, which means I can finish it.”
