I glared at Jonah, feeling Hunter squeeze my hand. I smiled at him before watching Jonah carefully. "We've been over this, Jonah. I am not your fine flower or whatever, despite what you might think."
"Despite what you may think, my fine flower, you are." He stepped forward, kissing me again. I was starting to reallyhate him. Before I could push him away, I felt Hunter let go of my hand and then Jonah was knocked away from me. I looked at the two of them, Jonah picking himself off the ground, and Hunter glaring daggers at him. Jonah dusted himself off. "Shall we take this outside?" He asked, and Hunter smirked.
"Gladly." I followed them as they walked outside, Jonah first then Hunter. I closed the door, standing by it. Hunter looked bored while Jonah circled him. When Jonah worked up enough courage to lunge at him, Hunter swung before Jonah could land anything, and Jonah lay on the ground, clutching his nose. Hunter took off his suit coat and tie, lying them across the fence behind him. The next instant, Hunter-192 pounds of muscle-was straddling Jonah, holding him against the ground. He punched Jonah's face, leaning down and hissing, "You leave your hands off of her, you hear?" Jonah groaned, turning his head to look at Hunter, spitting in his face.
"How about you heed your own warning? I loved her first." Hunter punched him again.
"Leave. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Her," Hunter said, punctuating each word with a punch. Jonah's nose was spurting blood, and I didn't doubt that Hunter had broken it. Bruises were already forming where he'd been hit, and Hunter didn't have a mark on him, apart from a small blood spatter on his shirt. "ELA dirt. Keep your hands off Night," he spat out, watching Jonah. He was clearly ticked off, and I was glad I wasn't on the receiving end. He stood, kicking Jonah in the side, backing away a little. Hunter turned, seeing me. His eyes widened a little, realizing I'd watched him in a fight. Not that I was going to disapprove, since I've been in plenty of fights myself. I was just amazed he'd had that much ferocity. "Rai," I saw him mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jonah rolling over, struggling to get up. When he managed to push himself up, he walked up behind Hunter, and my eyes widened. Jonah wrapped his arms around Hunter's throat, and I gasped as Hunter startled, going down under Jonah's weight.
"Never turn your back on the enemy," I heard Jonah whisper as he wriggled out from under Hunter, punching him in the face. I saw Hunter's eyes glaze over and he went limp. Jonah raised his arm to deliver another punch, and I rushed forward.
"No!" I grabbed Jonah's arm, twisting it behind his back as I clenched it, hearing a couple bones break. I twisted his arm, effectively turning him towards me. "You will leave your hands off of him, got it?" I murmured coldly. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped, nodding. I raised an eyebrow. He swallowed again, and the corner of my mouth twitched up momentarily. I released him, using the momentum to throw him on the ground. I knelt next to him, my knee on his throat. I slid my fingernails along his throat, leaving trails. I dug in, drawing blood. "Why do you keep following me, you lovesick puppy?" I spat out. He smirked, and I pressed my knee against his throat. His smile faded and he opened his mouth.
"You're beautiful when you're threatening me," he stated, and I groaned in disgust.
"And you're disgusting. If you know what's good for you, you'd leave me alone. What Hunter did to you earlier was just part of what he could do. If you dare touch me again, he has at least eighty pounds of muscle on you, and I have at least forty. So I want to know: Why do you keep following me?" I asked. He groaned, and I poked one of the bruises left by Hunter.
"It's my own interests. I first saw you about two years ago, but just worked up the courage to talk to you. Kiss you. Touch you, even," he said.
"You're disgusting," I said, getting up and moving over to Hunter. I rested my hand on his neck, feeling his pulse. I sighed in relief, hefting him into a sitting position by his armpits. I heard Jonah moving, and shrugged, pressing on my earpiece. "Line is down. I need assistance, behind the event." Thirty seconds later, the limo pulled up and the driver got out, helping me lift Hunter into the vehicle. I slid in, resting his head on my lap.