Chapter 10: Oh the Testosterone Levels!
Jay could barely control his anger. He needed to hit something...or someone. And the only person he could think of was Peter. Jay drove back to the club, not even sure if he was in control of his body anymore. He barely parked the car before he was out and nearly sprinting into the building. He found Peter leaning against the bar, flirting with yet another pretty blonde. Jay pushed his way through the sea of people, his entire body tensing up with rage.
Once Jay reached the bar, Peter no more than twitched his head in Jay's direction before he slammed his fist into Peter's jaw, catapulting him over the bar. Jay didn't move, his breath ragged and his hand throbbing. The pretty blonde gasped so loudly that Jay was sure the whole club could hear her. Peter finally reappeared over the bar, blood trickling down his chin from the slice in his lip. "What the fuck is your problem!" He shouted, anger building in his eyes. Jay grabbed the front of Peter's shirt, pulling him back over the bar and into the floor on the other side. Jay punched him again before shaking him. "You prick! What is fucking wrong with you!" Jay shouted. "You have the admiration of the most beautiful girl in the world and you're here cheating on her? You fucking stupid bastard!" Jay was able to land one more blow to Peter's face before a large hand grabbed Jay's collar and flung him backwards. The bouncer from the door was the owner of the large hand, which he promptly smashed it into the side of Jay's face. The blow made Jay bite down on his tongue making it bleed and knocked him to the floor; momentarily crippling him.
"Mr. Stone, is this guy a problem?" The giant of a man asked as he helped Peter stand. Jay was pulled to his feet by two other bouncers, each one with an iron grip on Jay's arms. Peter wiped the blood from his face, his eyes never leaving Jay. "He seems to be creating a problem Johnny." Peter walked up to Jay and slugged him in the ribs, knocking the breath from him. Jay coughed and gasped, spitting blood onto the floor as he tried to breathe. "Next time you want to pick a fight...don't be stupid enough to attack me in my dad's club. Every one of the bouncers are paid to protect me..." Jay laughed weakly, raising his face to glare at Peter. "Stop bragging...it just means you're too pathetic to fight your own battles." Peter's smile faded from his face, as if he knew Jay was right. He lowered his voice so just Jay could hear. "And all that shit about Laura...she will never believe you. Besides, she's too boring for my tastes. She never wants to fool around...I have a lot more fun with the ladies around here..." Jay lurched forward, straining against the bouncers, trying to get to Peter. But the men's grip held firm, keeping Jay from killing Peter right then and there. Peter just laughed. "Oh, and you'll pay for hitting me..." He slammed his fist into Jay's jaw one more time before turning to the first bouncer he'd called Johnny. "Johnny, I want you to take care of this idiot...then throw his ass out into the alley. Got me?" Johnny just smirked, cracking his knuckles. Peter nodded to the two men holding Jay and they dragged him toward the back door that led to the alley.