Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
So I guess the world is ending? Unfortunately, due to working at a bank, we're still open. I'll be transitioning to working from home (which will allow me more time to upload, thank god) but it's been a tedious process. I'm sorry for being gone for so long, hopefully a few of y'all still stuck around? As always, I love y'all and I hope you're taking all the precautions you can to stay safe and healthy. I'll speak more about it, and give y'all my upload schedule after the chapter. Xoxo ••
Dante
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The walk home was a challenging one. I did the best I could to keep my nose elevated, as I made it down the sidewalk towards my apartment complex.
That punch had quite literally knocked the wind out of me. I was still finding it challenging to wrap my head around what even happened, as my mind replayed the earlier events. One minute I was being forced to turn around and confront this drugged out stranger, the next, I was on the floor. When my eyes finally opened to make sense of the situation and sort out just what happened, I came face to face with the most gorgeous blue eyes I had really ever seen.
There was someone new at my side.
Someone who wasn't the drugged up stranger.
Someone a million times more attractive.
He had a very large build. Practically taking up my entire frame of sight as he knelt down beside me. I wasn't processing what he was saying, but when he offered me a hand, I took it gratefully. By the time I made it to my feet, the random stranger that had punched me, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, two new men had entered the chat room.
Next to the gorgeous blonde hair blue eyed stranger, was another man who was similar in build. He was a creamy chocolate color in shade. My eyes lingered longer than expected as he fixed his gym shirt that had gotten pulled out from the hem of his shorts.
Had... had I died? I thought to myself.
Did that batshit crazy man kill me?
Was I in some kind of Magic Mike heaven?
A deafening scream pulled me right back to reality when my eyes landed on Kassie. The look of horror was blatant on her face as she eyed me up and down. Luckily, she was sweet enough to help me get cleaned up, and I found out pretty quickly that she actually knew these two gorgeous men who had come to my rescue.
I realized pretty late that both men were wearing the same gym shirt. It had the words Fight Club written in large intense font on the back. I hadn't noticed how sweaty both of them were until now. They must have just left the gym together.
Kassie handed me a warm damp cloth to clean the blood up, while she explained who I was to the two men seated at the bar. I did my best to clean up the mess, and when the talking had died down, I asked Kassie if it looked broken. The last thing I needed was an emergency room health care bill on my first official day in New York City. God knows I couldn't afford that.
