(Noah/Abel's POV)

Slamming on my brakes, I park next to Erick's shiney red car infront of the bar. With anger coursing through my body, I pry my hands off the steering wheel and try to calm down. Don't get this twisted, I'm not mad she's with another man. I'm mad that she's with an abusive piece of shit at a bar when she's trying to quit drinking. Old habits die hard.

Shaking the anger away, it seems to work until I step out of the car. God, I'm furious. I understand I hurt her but, why Erick of all people?

Grinding my teeth, I push the bar doors open and enter inside. I don't see them at the bar, so they must be in the back. Shoving past the mass of bodies, I stop a few feet away from a familiar looking brunette and blonde. She's dressed in that cute dress from earlier today. There's a few people around her I don't recognize, a taller guy with dyed blue hair is sitting dangerously close to Amara. On the table I spot a white powder and a cut straw, which I can only assume is coke.

Moving my eyes back to the three amigos, I watch as the Smurf moves closer to Amara. Slowly, he moves his face to her ear and whispers something. The red on her face is bright as her brows knot together. Grabbing the guy's face, she leans in and growls words I couldn't hear but I know were threats. The guy with blue hair grabs Amara's wrist and twists it.

By now my protective instincts I didn't know I have kicked in. Marching over to them, I observe the scene at play. The guy has a handful of Amara's hair and he shoves her face down to the table.

Finally reaching them, I can make out what they're saying.

"Do as you're fucking told." He growls as he yanks back on her head.

Throwing my arm out, I catch the guy's skull in my hands and I smash his face into the table.

"Abel?" Amara gasp when she watches me throw the guy back on the couch.

"What the fuck are you doing here with him?" I snap, meeting her eyes.

"I can do what I want Abel, you aren't my boss." Instantly, she looks away. I can see the shame in her eyes.

"I came to take you home." I huff, glaring at the high blonde on the couch.

Worried she may of snorted some, I kneel down and gently grab her face. Shocked, she tries to pull away.

"Stay still." I growl as I look at her pupils. They seem normal.

Pulling away some, I have a perfect view of her beautiful face. The longer I stare, the redder her face gets. Moving my thumb from her cheek to her lips, she looks at me with her big green eyes.

I can feel my face turn red just staring at her.

"Amara let's go." Erick slurs as he stands.

Once again, the anger was back. Pulling completely away from her, I stand to my feet and glare down at the pathetic excuse of a man.

"I said let's go." He hisses and pulls her up the arm.

"Don't grab me like that." She growls and pulls her away. "I'm a grown woman, I do shit myself." Looking back at me, all the emotions flee from her eyes. "I'm not going back with you, you broke my heart worse than he did." She points to the guy beside her.

"I don't care who you go back with, but it won't be him." I snap. That's a lie, I do care alot who she goes home with but, if she's done with me then so be it. I'll get the flash drive and I'll fuck off.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he smirks up at me. "She wants to stay with me."

"Amara, please don't make me do this." I growl lowly while making dead eye contact with her freak of an ex.

"Do what?" She shrugs Erick off while giving him an odd look.

Reaching out, I grab Amara under her arms and toss her over my shoulder. Using my free hand, I tuck it under her ass cheek to get a better hold on her.

"Abel!" She gasps.

"Put her down." Erick's face heats with anger.

Grabbing her leg with my other hand, I give him a smirk. "I guess she's coming home with me."

Lunging after me, Erick has his fist high in the air, ready to hit me. Raising my long leg up, he runs into my foot and kick him off with force.

"Stay the fuck away from her." I hiss.

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"Who the hell do you think you are?" Amara yells when I throw her on my couch.

Rolling my eyes, I sit on the love next to the couch. "I'm not in the mood to fight with you Amara, go shower you smell like alcohol."

"I'll shower at my house." She crosses her arms over chest and huffs. "I don't what to shower where my nasty cousin may of showered."

Scoffing, I glare at her. "It was a hit and run Amara, I got what I wanted and I kicked her out."

Shaking her head, she bites her lip and looks away. "That's not any better."

"I can't take back what I did but I have apologized." I throw my head back on the cushion.

"Would only an apology work if I fucked Brandon? Or would you not even care?" Her words were like venom.

Shooting my head up, I glare I at her. "Don't."

"Why do you get to sleep with whomever and I can't?" She scoots back in her seat when I get up.

"I don't give a flying fuck who you sleep with, just not him." I lied to cover up my anger.

"Then why did you take me away from Erick?"

Her question stops me in my tracks. "Why would you even get in the car with him?"

"I can do what I want."

"He use to hit you Amara!" I yell loudly, I can't hide my anger anymore. "And I thought you were trying to quit drinking?"

"Stay out of my business. You aren't my father or my boyfriend, I don't have to tell you anything."

"Well lucky fucking me, huh?" I shout as I throw my hands in the air.

"What is that suppose to mean?" She asks quietly, obviously startled by my outburst.

"I'm glad I'm not your father or boyfriend. You're a spoiled little shit who annoys the fucking shit out of me." I growl. "I can't think without you popping up in my head, 24/7."

She looks taken back by my words, stunned she sits there in silence.

"I'm always having to save your ass, always! You would think I would get a thank you or something but no. You treat me like shit, constantly. And I won't lie, you being independent is a huge turn on for me but fuck, when I help and thank you would be nice."

"I've only asked for your help once." She sinks all the way back in the couch when I lower my face to hers.

"You could still be nicer." The sweet smell of her perfume fills my nose. "It was stupid of you to go with Erick."

She stares up at me with her angry eyes. "You slept with my cousin."

Grinding my teeth, I try to relax myself. She's making this so hard, why can't she just accept my apology?

"You went out with a man who hits women, Amara." I feel like I should explain this slowly so she'll understand. "I don't like him."

"I don't care." She states simply. "You aren't my boyfriend, who you like and don't like doesn't matter to me."

"Exactly." I fire off, angry she sees no problem being out Erick. "I'm not your boyfriend now and I wasn't when I slept with your cousin. So, if you want me to get over Erick, get over the Juliette thing."

She looks up at me with glossy eyes. It's obvious my words were too harsh. Sighing, I sit on the couch next to her. Why is it so hard to talk to her?

"Amara, if I knew how you felt then. I wouldn't of slept with her." Suddenly, it was easy to calm down after seeing her upset.

"This isn't the first time she's done this." She shrugs with a sigh. "It's a game to her."

"What do you mean?" I arch a brow.

Stiffing a small laugh, she shakes her head causing her brown hair to sway. "She's done this with any guy I've brought over, except Erick."

So, he has me on that. That's great...

"Thinking back though, Erick never really came around my family."

"Why would you go for him?" I ask, truly confused.

"He was hard to get." She snorts, looking me in the eye. "Sometimes the catch isn't worth the chase." Words I'm sure she's heard a hundred times.

Is she trying to tell me she isn't worth my time? If so, she couldn't me be more wrong.

"I had such a crush on you Abel." She shakes her head. "I thought you were going to be this light at the end of tunnel."

Tucking my hand under her chin, I gently pull her face to look at me. "You don't know just how much I like you, Amara." My blue eyes search her green ones. "It sounds harsh but, I wish I didn't. You drive me absolutely bat shit crazy, just like tonight. I smashed a guy's face on a table." Rubbing my thumb over her plump button lip, I suck in a breath. "I don't know when or why it happened but one day, I woke up and saw you in a different light."

Mesmerized by her beautiful features, I spill how I feel without thinking.

"I miss your innocent, embarrassed, red face when I tease you." It's hard not to kiss her right now, her lips feel so soft under my thumb. "You drive me crazy, nobody has ever made me feel like this. I have no control with you and I like that. It's such a turn on when you purposely do something just to get a rise out of me." I smile when her face turns red. "Which is why you went with Erick isn't it?" I lean in closer to her, our faces only inches apart. "You went with him, just so I would come find you, didn't you?" My voice is raspy in her ear.

Her knees clamp together, letting me know she's enjoying me teasing.

"Answer me Amara." I demand seductively.

"Yes, okay?" She shrieks, placing her hands on my chest, she pushes me away to hide her red face. "I wanted to see if you would come after me."

"You put yourself in harm's way, just so I would come get you?" I pull her legs so she's laying on the couch, flat on her back.

The shocked expression she's wearing forces me to smile wider. Running my fingers over her exposed thighs, I can feel the goosebumps form under my fingers. It takes everything in me not to shove my hand up her dress, it would be wrong of me to do so right now.

That is until she spreads her legs a further. "Earlier, I thought you might of worn these for him." My fingers travel down between her thighs, sliding them under her thin thong I pull at the elastic band. "Now I know you wore them, knowing I would come to you."

In response, she hides her face with her and. Using my knuckles, I gently start rubbing her sweet spot. Hiding her face more, she squeezes my arm between her legs. Small whimpers and moans spill from her thick lips.

I desperately want to put something else inside her but, right how my finger will have to work. Sticking out my finger, I slowly inch it inside her tight walls.

She belts out a lustful shriek once my finger is inside her. She's already a soaking wet mess down there, and it's sexy as fuck. Lowering myself down, I slowly pull out my finger and force her legs open wider.

"What are you doing?" She whimpers.

Without answering, I use my tongue to clean up the mess spilling from her. I don't know what it is with her but, she smells and taste so sweet. I should probably stop myself before it gets out of hand.

When I pull away, she groans. "Why did you stop?"

Letting go of her panties, I slowly retract my hand, only for her to grab it.

"Hey." She sits up.

"I stopped because it makes me want to fuck you and I can't." I shrug while trying to pull my hand away.

"Why can't you?"

"You're drunk, Amara."

Without thinking, she readjust herself so she's sitting crossed legged on my couch. She loves making things harder for me, doesn't she? That applies to my dick as well.

My eyes can't seem to pull away from her swollen box. "Amara, stop sitting like that."

Following my eyes, she gasps and pulls her dress down while straightening out her legs. Her face turns bright red when her eyes land on the massive bulge in my pants.

"Why don't you go take a shower?" I suggest, trying to calm myself down.

"Can you help me with my dress?" She ask while standing up. "It's zipped in the back and I'm too drunk to get it myself."

"Yeah, let's go." I say as I lead her to my bathroom.