Loving You - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

"I'm telling you Pags, this guy was insane! He told me he wouldve shot me if I wasn't me!"

Nevaeh sat strewn across her bed talking to her best friend about this mystery man that was still on her mind. Pags had been Nevaeh's best friend since 3rd grade, thanks to Billy workavich's constant bullying, Pags had stepped in and saved her and from that moment on they had been inseparable.

"Ok, stop and think about what you just said. It made absolutely no sense! Now, if he wanted to shoot you, he would have, but did he? NO!"

"I dunno Pags, he really freaked me out. I'm just sayin that if I go missing you had better come for me." She heard Paiglynns laughter come from the other end of the phone. She shouldve known she wouldnt take this seriously. It had been 4 days since the mystery mans strange words in the cafe and Nevaeh had to tell someone about it because she was starting to feel uncomfortable and felt that someone needed to know what was going on if she went missing. She hadn't even gotten the guys name and only realized after he left that her card didnt say where she worked on it.

The problem was she had no one else to tell but her best friend. And if she told her brother he'd throw a fit and try to call the police. And since Paiglynn was her closest, and pretty much only, friend she figured she shouldve told her at least. Too bad she wasnt even being serious about it.

"So are we still on for Saturday? I told the guys we'd meet them at this new club that opened downtown and I don't want you bailing on me like you did the last 6 times."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Guys?? Pags you said it was going to be just us!" Pags always did this to her. Made plans and then changed those plans accordingly so that Nevaeh was left with some nitwit that just wanted to get in her pants.

"I know what I said but you need a man! You spend too much time at that job and your apartment! It's time you got out! met some new people!" She rolled her eyes. Pags thought she was some kind of love guru, but the guys she snagged always ended up being some totally hot guy that brought his weird cousin just so it could be a double date.

"Ok fine. But if this one goes wrong then this is the last time I will ever go out with you on a double date."

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!" Navaeh had to pull the phone away from her ear to prevent ear damage from pags loud screaming.

"I promise you you wont regret it!"

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Saturday Night

Nevaeh sat on her bed as watching Pags tear through her closet grumbling about how she had no style in clothing. Her clothes were thrown across her room covering the bed and the floor. She had always been a modest dresser. She didnt think her body was anything special, and she had always been jealous of Pags luck with looks. She had the perfect body with accented curves and tanned skin, going perfectly with her platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked almost like a barbie doll. People had never given Nevaeh a second glance and she knew why.

But she never let it get in the way of things. She knew that her friend loved her no matter what and the right man ws out there for her somewhere. Except Pags would rather bring him to her instead of letting her find him herself.

"Got it!" Pags walked out of her closet with some high waisted shorts and a crop top.

"No. Pags there is no way in hell that you are getting me-"

"Oh hush up. Do you wanna get laid tonight or not? Because no ones gonna want to have sex with saint mary." Nevaeh threw a pair of jeans at her friend. "Oh my gosh Pags! you cant just say that!"

After an hour of hair and makeup Nevaeh almost didnt recognize herself in the mirror. Pags had done her makeup and given her a smoky eye look, with some red lipstick. And she had managed to straighten her usually untamable hair. It was straight as a board down her back.

On the ride to the club Pags tried to calm Navaehs nerves by telling her about her date. His name was craig maybe? She didnt remember she was barely paying attention and Pags was talking a mile a minute.

Once they finally reached the club and found a park they met up with the guys and went to stand in the long line. Craig was just as Nevaeh had imagined. Tall, tanned, perfect teeth and muscles, and blonde hair to go with his blue eyes. The perfect magazine model and Nevaeh wouldnt expect anything less from her best friend. Peter was Nevaehs date. He had sandy brown hair and eyes to match. He wasnt as tall as Craig or as muscular but he wasnt a bad looking guy. Just a little awkward.

"So... first time here?" Nevaeh didnt have the heart to point out that this was all of their first times here. The club had just opened for petes sake. So she just settled for a meek yes. "You look really nice by the way." She looked at him and saw that he was being genuine in his compliment. She smiled back at him and mumbled a "thanks" Maybe this night wouldnt be a total bust.

They were in line for about 30 minutes. Peter told her about his life, where he grew up and how he was going to college for pre-law and she told him of her dreams to become an elementary teacher. It wasnt too fancy of a dream but if she could have some part in shaping the future minds of the country she'd love to do it. He just smiled and told her how noble she was for that and she felt herself blushing at the unexpected compliment.

"Excuse me, but dont I know you from somewhere?" Nevaeh felt her heart drop and her stomach churn from the familiar voice. Someone grabbed her hand hat was limp by her side and an unexpected wave of heat shot through her. They brought her aroundShe slowly to meet a set of all too familiar blue eyes staring at her.

"Ah yes, my slice of heaven. I didnt know this was your kinda place." He smiled but it wasnt kind as he kissed her hand his soft lips sending a wave of heat through her body. He stood on the other side of the rope dressed in dark clothing. There were other men behind him too but they seemed none too inclined to listen to his conversation.

She couldnt bring herself to say anything. The way he was looking at her made her want to run away and crawl in a hole and hide forever.

"You know, if you're that eager to have a good time, I can get you in without having to wait in this line." His face was eager. As if he really wanted her to accept his invitation and leave her friends behind. He leaned in and whispered in ear ear, his breath tickling her cheek "And I can show you a real good time."

She jerked away ,"No thanks." She was shocked and happy that her voice came out more confident than she felt. "I'm here with my friends and I wouldnt want to leave them out here by themselves." She stepped back into Peters range taking her hand away from his grasp in the process.

Something flashed in his eyes and he looked ready to murder Peter but it was soon replaced with a cold smile revealing that dimple again. "Well, I hope you have a good time, save a dance for me, my little slice of Heaven." He turned away from them and walked to the front of the line, the bouncer letting him without even checking his ID. Just before he entered completely, he turned back to Nevaeh sending her a wink that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Who was that?" Peter asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I dont know."

After 20 more minutes of waiting in line, they finally reached the front of the line, showing the bouncer their ID's. he stamped Navaeh and Pags hands showing that they werent old enought to drink. Nevaeh was only 19 and Pags had just turned 20 2 months ago. But luckily Peter and Craig were old enough so they could buy their liquor.

Once inside the club they all headed for the bar and ordered their first few rounds of drinks. The loud pulsating music combined with the shots of alcohol had Nevaeh's confidence level rising and she asked Peter to go dance with her. Once on the dance floor she let the music take her. Swaying her hips to the beat, she felt Peters pelvis grinding against her ass and just focused on dancing. After a few songs, the sweat and heat was finally getting to her and she decided it was time to take an alcohol break. She got to the bar and had Peter order her more drinks and downed them, welcoming the light buzz.

Suddenly she felt an arm on her and was jerked around to meet the perfect face of the mystery man from outside and the cafe. He looked majorly pissed.

"Unless you want to see your friends dragged out of here in body bags, I suggest you dont dance with him again."

Under normal circumstances Nevaeh would have peed her pants from his tone and vicious glare. But the alcohol was in her system making her thoughts a jumbled mess and leaving her feeling brave against him. She slapped his hand away

"How about you just fuck off! You're not my dad!" He stared at her in disbelief before his expression went back to one of anger. He opened his mouth to say something but Peter interrupted stepping forward. "Hey man. I think she just said she didnt want to be bothered. Why dont you just leave the girl alone"

"I suggest you get out of this, boy." The mystery man snarled at Peter. But Peter trying to be chivalrous put his hand on his shoulder and was about to say something, but before he could get anything out the mystery man diverted his hand away and had peter by the throat.

"Dont you ever put your fucking hands on me again."

"Oh my God stop! Are you crazy, just calm down ok?" I was trying to get the mystery man to calm down but he wasnt having it His eyes turned on me and I swear I wouldve just ran out of the club and away from him if he wasn't currently draining the life out of Peter. Aftrt a moment, He just whistled really loud and before I knew what was going on some guy in a suit came up behind us and grabbed Peter and me and dragged us up the stairs away from the crowd. Nevaeh looked around panicking but no one seemed to notice, or care that she was being dragged away against her will.

Once they entered the room, the door was slammed shut and Peter was thrown into a couch as Nevaeh was thrown into the mystery mans arms. He turned on her and began to nuzzle her neck, her heartbeat started to speed up in her chest as she realized the extent of what was going on.

"No! Dont you fucking touch her!" Peters yell rang out across the room and the mystery man looked annoyed as he pulled out a gun and aimed it at peter.

"No! No please! He didnt mean anything by it please dont hurt him please!" The tears started to come out hot and fast as Nevaeh watched the pointed gun aimed at Peter. The mystery man turned back on Nevaeh, his gun never wavering as he dipped his head and started kissing her neck and tracing her collar bone with his tongue.

"And tell me..why.. I shouldn't..hmm?" He said in between kisses

"Be-because he's innocent, he's just trying to protect me!"

The mystery man laughed against her throat. "Ever heard the saying, Chivalry is dead?"

BANG!

The gun went off and Nevaeh screamed thinking that he had killed Peter but when she heard his grunt of pain she saw him clutching his shoulder, as blood was coming out of the wound.

"Are you fucking crazy?! What do you fucking wa-" She was cut off by the gun being aimed in her mouth.

"You know, you are too pretty, to have such a dirty mouth." Her breathing was coming in fast pants and she felt like her heart was about to explode from the pressure it was under right now. He had a cold look in his eyes that scared her shitless. Surely he didnt want to kill her?

After a moment he laughed. "You piece of shit! Dont you touch her or I'll fucking kill you!" Peter screamed trying to get out of the chair the man was holding him down to. If Nevaeh thought that he looked murderous before, well his glare now looked absolutely petrifying. He turned to one of the men in the room.

"Why dont you take our friend here to the back room and teach him some manners?"

The man smiled and grabbed Peter from the chair, jerking him to the door on the far side of the room letting it close behind him. Nevaeh wanted to scream but couldnt due to the gun that was still aimed in her mouth.

"Guard the door. Make sure we're not interrupted." He barked at the other 3 men that were inside the room and they left quicker than if the room was on fire. As soon as the door was closed he pulled the gun from her mouth and latched onto her throat sucking hard. He put his hands up her shirt cupping her breasts roughly and grinding himself against her.

"You're so fucking sexy. I want you so bad."

Nevaeh couldnt think, couldnt breath, but finally found her voice. "Please dont do this... I- I've never done this before..please.."

He suddenly pulled back as if he'd been shot staring at her with wide eyes.

"What do you mean a-holy fuck are you a virgin?"

She couldnt find her voice and could only shake her head yes, the tears coming so fast and hot, she had lost her voice.

He suddenly smiled. A smile of true joy. as he studied her. "I've hit the fucking jackpot. Kale!"

The door to the back room suddenly opened and the man that took Peter back there came out dragging Peter by the collar of his shirt. Nevaeh couldnt stop the gasp that came from her throat. Peter was beaten to a literal pulp. His eye was swollen shut, his face bloodied from his nose and mouth beign busted, and his breathing was heavy and shallow. His body was even more battered sporting cuts and his leg was bent at an impossible angle.

The man dropped Peter to the floor as the mystery man motioned for him to exit the room. They both left the room, leaving Nevaeh and Peter alone. Nevaeh sprinted to PEters side falling by him as he groaned in pain. "Peter! Peter pleae be ok, we're going to get help,we'll call the police, you're going to be ok." She couldnt help the panic in her voice. Her hands were starting to tint red as she tried to stop the bleeding. Peter was all battered up because of her.

He coughed and grabbed her hand that was now coveed in blood as she tried to stop the bleeding. "Nevaeh, you got to get out of here.. he's going to take you.."

"Shhh Peter, no he left, he left hes not coming back!" No sooner had the words left her lips did the door burst open and in came the mystery man. As soon as he spotted her on the floor he sped over to where she was grabbing her by the waist and lifting her off the floor with one arm.

"No, No! Peter! Oh God, Peter! Please! you have to help him, please dont let him die!" She felt a sharp prick in her neck and cried out in pain. The room began to dim and her vision started to blur. "No..please..." The last thing she saw was the men walking towards Peters body before everything finally went black.