Rage

The Dust Paradise was packed with visitors. Smoke and the smell of sweat and wood polish filled the air. Scott wedged himself through the crowd as he walked into the place. His eyes rounded in fear when they caught a girl who was standing on the table right in the middle of the room.

It was Ciara. She was carrying a bottle of beer in one hand and a glass of liquor, which looked like whiskey, in the other. She screamed and laughed along with the crowd surrounding her, twisting her body to the music.

Anger burned Scott in an instant. The first thing he wanted to do was punch all the men in there, then burn the place to the ground.

He clenched his fists, shoving roughly those who got in his way. They were all thrown aside and crashed into other visitors. Several people protested, but they shut their mouths as Scott glared at them.

“Move,” Scott growled at the men surrounding the round table where Ciara was dancing.

Ciara turned and looked at him, then a big smile spread across her face.