"Fuck," he breathed out. "Be there in a bit."
"Okay." I hung up and sat on one of the benches between the lockers while Remi changed.
"Can you take pictures for , please?" she asked. "I want to docunt what that asshole did."
"Yes, of course," I said, and took her phone.
I had just snapped a couple when I heard Flea’s voice bellowing my na.
"Hold that thought," I said, and stepped to the door. "Honey, I’m down here. I’ll be right out."
"Don’t move," he ordered, and jogged toward .
I leaned against the doorfra and waited for him to reach . He cupped my face and leaned down to kiss . "You good?"
"Yeah, baby, I’m good. I’m helping Remi, so give a few, okay?"
He studied , then nodded. "I’ll be right here."
Smiling, I kissed him one more ti. "I won’t be long."
Heading back into the locker room, I finished taking pictures of Remi’s injuries (which were significant) and handed her back her phone. "Are you going to file a police report?"
She nodded, sniffing back tears. "I’m gonna have to go back ho."
"Why?"
Remi snorted. "Like they’ll let stay after this. Vitaly’s the golden boy."
"He’s the visiting golden boy," I countered. "You’re here to stay, honey."
She squeezed her eyes shut. "I hope you’re right."
We walked out of the room and Flea pushed away from the wall, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Where’s my brother?" I asked.
"Had to get to court."
"Ah, right," I turned back to Remi. "Remi, this is Flea."
"Like the bug?" she asked.
"Yep," Flea said.
"Alrighty then," she said, smiling, despite her split lip.
"Girls?" We turned to see Director Walsh walking toward us. "What’s going on? No visitors outside of show days."
"Vitaly attacked Remi," I said.
"Excuse ?" She turned to Remi. "Is this true?"
Remi nodded. "Yes, ma’am."
"Where’s Vitaly?"
"Practice room one," Remi said.
"Please wait in my office and we’ll speak in a mont."
Remi nodded and headed back toward the front.
The director looked Flea up and down and frowned. "You need to leave."
"I’m gonna wait until I know my woman’s safe, then I’ll go."
She shook her head. "We’ll discuss this later, Grace."
I nodded and she stalked off toward the practice room. I bit my lip and looked up at Flea. "Well, that’s not gonna be a fun conversation."
"What’s the worst she could do?"
"Kick out."
"If she does that, she’s a bitch and you don’t need her," Flea said.
"I need to dance, Flea."
"And you will. Whether it’s here or sowhere else." He stroked my cheek. "You don’t fuckin’ need her to do that."
I dropped my head to his chest. "You make everything sound like it’s possible."
He chuckled. "Everything is possible."
I t his eyes. "I love you so hard."
He leaned down and kissed . "Love you too."
"Take that sowhere else," the director said, and then disappeared into her office.
I wrinkled my nose, but didn’t remove my arms from around Flea’s waist. "Soone needs to get laid."
Flea dropped his head back and laughed. "Indeed."
Admittedly, I wasn’t a fan of the director. She was kind of a bitch, but she was an incredible teacher and I loved my classes with her, so I chalked it up to her being a perfectionist.
Hatch walked toward us, removing his gloves again and shoving them back in his pocket.
"You good?" Flea asked.
"His dancin’s on hold for a while," Hatch said.
"Did the director see you?" I asked, worried she’d call the cops on him.
"What director?" he asked, a sly smile on his face.
"Do I want to know what you did?" I asked.
He grinned. "Didn’t do anything, Gracie girl."
This was my cue to stop asking questions, so I did, leaning against Flea.
"You sure he didn’t hurt you?" Hatch asked.
I smiled. "I’m good."
"I’m gonna head out," Hatch said. "Maisie wants you two over for dinner tonight. Your brother too. Six. Flick’s staying with your Grams."
"Ah... okay," I said. When Maisie wanted you over for dinner, you ca over for dinner.
"I’ll hang out here," Flea said.
Hatch gave a hug, then headed out.
"How are you going to get ho?" I asked.
"I’m gonna take your car."
I raised an eyebrow. "How am I going to get ho?"
He grinned. "I’m gonna pick you up."
"You got it all worked out, huh?"
"Always," he retorted. "Give your keys, baby. I’ll head out as well."
I nodded just as Remi ca out of the director’s office, sobbing.
"Remi?"
"She kicked out."
"What?" I snapped. "Why?"
"She said that Vitaly gave her a different story."
Before I could ask more questions, Vitaly walked (limped) down the hall and glared at Remi. "I warned you, suka."
"Mudak," Remi spat out.
Vitaly seed shocked by whatever she said, but didn’t respond.
"My ex was Russian. He taught a few things," she hissed. "Including the best way to get even. Watch your back, asshole."
A haughty gasp pulled focus to the director erging from her office. "This is exactly why I made the decision I did, Remington. This is behavior unbecoming a lady and a ballerina."
"He tried to rape !" she snapped. "And I’ll bet dollars to donuts, I’m not the only one."
The director crossed her arms. "Security is on their way to escort you out."
"I’ll help you clean out your locker," I offered. "I don’t think security’s necessary, is it?"
"As long as she doesn’t cause trouble, that would be acceptable."
Remi scowled at her, then squared her shoulders and headed toward the locker room.
"Wait for ?" I asked Flea.
"Yeah, baby."
I followed Remi, waffling between concern and laughter as Remi let out a series of really creative curses aid at Vitaly and the director.
"What are you doing?" she asked, when I started to pull my things out of my locker.
"I’m leaving with you."
"What? Why?"
"Because he tried to rape you, Remi, and the director took his side!"
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