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coffee table and turned a little more toward Jordan to lock eyes with him. Where Byron was rough and raw on the edges and a hell of an intimidation, Jordan was just a cocky little shit. "No, but hearing you when she was down on you is."
    Jordan shrugged and winked. "Sorry , but if she's as good when I tap that pussy, believe me you'll hear me again."
    One of the two other guys laughed like a moron , and Byron tensed more. "Shut the fuck up." His voice wasn't loud, but the firm tone said it all. "Can't you ever respect a woman?"
    Jordan's smile disappeared. "Like you're any better."
    Byron's fists closed on his strong thighs encased in old, torn jeans. "Maybe, but Bridge is my roommate."
    Jordan laughed at his face. The other two guys exchanged a look I didn't like. In substance, it wouldn't go well. "Just say it if you want to shag her, but I know you're not one to want a petite blonde girl that’s almost fat."
    I sucked in my breath. It was hard to hear I wasn't somebody's type partly because of my body. It's not like my weird attraction to Byron would lead anywhere, but it wasn't good for the ego when the guy you gave a blow-job to hours ago pointed out your failing body.
    "Fuck off."
    "What?"
    Byron stood, and the two other guys jumped up, ready to act if things derailed. Jordan’s confused look was kind of funny, but it was Byron's shaking body that had my attention. He barely restrained himself from snapping.
    "Leave before I send you to the hospital or the graveyard. Don't piss me off any more than you already have!" His voice wasn't that loud, but it was coming from deep within his chest, and his breathing was louder, shorter, harsher.
    "Are you shitting me?" Jordan stood up, put his beer on the table and shook his head. "Just because of a pussy?"
    My roomy closed the distance between them and brought a hand to Jordan's neck. Jordan's eyes widened with fear and surprise. Byron wasn't squeezing, but it was hard for him not to, that was obvious. The muscles in his arms and thick neck were bulging from his restrain. The two other guys were trying to calm him down, asking him to release Jordan, but nothing seemed to work through his anger. For the first time in my life, I was afraid of someone. Byron was that frightening.
    "Don't talk about her like th at. Listen to me closely," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Bridge is off limits for you. This place is off limits for you." He shook him. "Got it?"
    Jordan pushed Byron away and nodded. He massaged his throat and walked out, bumping into Macon outside about to knock. Macon's frown deepened when he saw Byron barely able to breath. The other two guys were mute, their gaze firmly locked on their friend. They had seen this side of Byron before.
    And then, as I strode in the living room, Byron walked to the wall next to the TV and punched it. Hard. Hard enough to make us all wince. He exhaled and turned around, his light blue eyes so cold locking with mine. My eyebrows shot up, but for once I said nothing. My heart was still beating loudly and far too fast from the fear that overtook me.
    "Did you ruin your hand?" Macon asked, walking in and closing the door behind him with a kick of his heavy black boots.
    "Not now, man," The guy with dirty blond hair said, holding a hand up. He elbowed the other one who was looking at Byron from head to toe.
    This other guy with dark curly hair rolled his eyes. "Well done, Davis. Look at London, she's freaking out." He turned to me and smiled softly. "I'm Eliott by the way, and this is Steven."
    I nodded at them and managed a small smile. Macon walked to me, his eyes not sending friendly vibes to Byron. He massaged his hand , which was already swollen and red. I didn't hear anything breaking, but with the force of his hit, I was pretty sure it would look bad before tomorrow. I could already hear the questions of my parents about the state of his hand. I sighed.
    Byron ’s eyes were still on me, like he was waiting for me to go bat