Chapter 18

Taylor

 

I sit uncomfortably on the stool where Mayhem left me. I don’t know what to do. Should I go look for him? Wait here? I look around but everyone seems to be busy. I heard the word lockdown, and then people started filtering in. The place is packed. There are huge men, huffing and checking their waistbands for guns. I don’t know what’s happening. My nerves are making my stomach tremble.

“Taylor!” I turn my head to the side to see Brooke. I sigh in relief. She walks toward me, glancing around.

“Where’s Mayhem?” she asks. I just shrug.

“He grabbed some drinks and took off.” She gives me a soft smile before reaching for me.

“Come on. I’ll get Cherry to take you to him.” Brooke pulls me along behind her until I see Cherry in the corner. I met her at the party last time I was here.

“Cherry. Can you take her up to Mayhem?” Brooke’s eyes move to the ceiling when Cherry nods. I’m not sure where the hell he is, but there isn’t an upstairs that I know of.

I follow her out the back door when I ask, “Are we supposed to be outside?”

Cherry smiles over her shoulder at me, “Not really, but the risk of an aerial attack here is small.” An aerial attack? She can’t be serious! They wouldn’t do that, would they?

Cherry climbs up a ladder and motions for me to follow. I don’t know if this is such a good idea or not, but I find myself wanting to be near Mayhem. We climb onto the roof and smile when I see him laid back, his eyes closed.

“Get the fuck outta here.” He grumbles without looking up.

“Can’t do that,” Cherry says, never moving.

Mayhem groans again but still doesn’t open his eyes. Instead, his hand moves to the front of his jeans, pulling the zipper down. I lick my lips and watch as he pulls his dick free.

“Then come ride me,” he says as he strokes himself. My eyes widen before Cherry looks over at me. I feel sick. I want to get off this rooftop. I turn on my heel and slip. I fall to my hands and knees causing them to scream in pain.

“Shit,” Cherry mutters, pulling me up. “You ok?”

He must have heard that. I catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder as I wipe at my jeans.

“I’m fine. I need to get out of here.” I whimper softly.

“You hurt?”

Mayhem’s voice is close. Too close. I ignore his words. He was going to fuck her on the roof. What was I thinking messing with him? What the hell was I thinking trying to go back for more?

Grabbing the ledge, I start to lift my foot to climb off when he grabs me. He yanks me toward him, causing me to stumble again. His hands wrap around my waist, holding me steady.

“I asked you a question.” His voice is rough, and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I’m fine.” I grit my teeth as embarrassment and shame work their way through me. His hands slowly move up my back, my body vibrating with need. I hate that I respond to him like this.

“I want to go home,” I say sharply. Mayhem doesn’t move though. His fingers slowly travel under the hem of my shirt. My skin’s on fire. It blazes like an inferno.

“No, you don’t,” he whispers softly, nipping at my ear.

“Yes, I do,” I snap a little louder. His hands don’t stop moving. I don’t want him like this. I want the man that I met. The one that was rough but composed. I don’t want the drunken version. I pull out of his grasp and listen as he moans. When I look up, his eyes are smoldering. He’s watching me. Never once did he glance at Cherry.

“I’m outta here,” Cherry says before climbing over the edge.

“Take your clothes off, Tay,” he tells me huskily.

“No.”

“I told you to do somethin’.” He snarls. I take another step back, the backs of my boots hitting the ledge of the roof. My heart stutters in my chest. I need to get out of here and away from him.

“You don’t listen!” He roars, taking a step toward me. His hands grip the hem of my shirt, yanking roughly. I pull back grabbing the ledge to hold myself stable. I hear the sound of fabric ripping right before I catch the breeze of the night on my exposed skin.

“You stay away from me!” I scream. Mayhem takes a step back looking at the torn fabric in his hands. His eyes are wild and the look of regret dances over his beautiful face.

“Shit, Tay,” he says sounding a little upset before stumbling toward me.

I shake my head. Climbing over the edge, I hurry down the ladder. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I run toward the exit.

A lot of good that does me.

“Can’t let you out. You need to be inside.” The guy standing at the gate puffs his cigarette.

“Let me out!” I yell full of panic.

He turns his head to face me, and his eyes widen.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he says looking me over for any other marks.

“Just let me out!” I scream louder. I just want to get out of here. I don’t want to be here anymore.

Tears prick at my eyes, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold them back much longer.

“I happened,” Mayhem says behind me.

“Dec!” He roars, looking over his shoulder.