Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
He scoffed. “Why spend my money when I can spend yours?”
I dropped my pencil to the desk and glared at his prone form on the floor. The little shit didn’t even bother looking at me, though I knew he knew I was getting pissed off. It never took much. My temper was quick more often than not, and today was just one of those days where everything made me flip the fuck out.
“I know being a little fucking brat is your default setting,” I growled, “but can you just shut the fuck up?”
He turned his head to look up at me, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Who the fuck pissed in your cereal this morning, Cameron?”
I shoved back from Shaw’s desk, his chair smacking into the wall behind me, which made one of the frames on his wall fall and crash to the floor, glass shattering. Ace jumped up, glaring at me, his temper now spiking, too. I snatched up the book and my pencil. “Never again,” I snapped at Ace, pointing the pencil in his direction. “I’m never fucking bringing you with me when I need to work again. You get on my fucking nerves.”
Ace threw something while my back was turned to him so I could shove my shit into my bag—a paperweight from Shaw’s desk—and it narrowly missed my head. I swung around to face him, but before I could retaliate and teach the little shit a lesson, Shaw barged in and snagged my arm, keeping me from ramming my fist into Ace’s face. “Both of you rein your shit the fuck in,” he snapped. “You’re both acting like fucking children.”
I snatched my arm out of his grasp. “Get your little hellion under control, and there wouldn’t be issues.”
“I’m going to rip your balls off,” Ace snapped at my back as I stormed out of the room, always the one to need the last word. I ignored him and shoved open the back door, letting it slam shut behind me. After shoving my notebook and my pencil into my backpack, I swung it onto my shoulders and straddled my bike. Ace shoved out of the back door, and just like the little asshole he was, he made sure to give me the middle finger until I disappeared from sight.
Jesus fucking Christ, that kid. I loved him to pieces but he knew how to push my buttons. And just like I imagined a little brother would do, he pushed them every single damn chance he got.
Ace was the sole reason I decided to come home. After the shit Konrad and Shaw pulled, trying to manipulate me into coming home, I’d waited until an officer showed up at my door to make me leave my apartment to even come back to this shit hole of a town, solely because I was stubborn as hell.
Shaw had apologized for the way they’d come at me and even asked me why I’d never just used the money they sent. When I’d told him I hadn’t felt comfortable using it and had wanted to make my own way, we came up with a plan to put it into an account for Ace to use if he ever decided he wanted to go to college, which so far, Ace was showing no interest in, which was fine. The money would be available to him when we thought he was ready for it if he outright told us he had no plans of attending college.
Konrad and I had taken longer to settle our shit. Konrad was used to being in charge, and he could be just as hot headed as I was. It took Jax finally shoving us outside and telling us to beat the shit out of each other to get it out of our systems for us to finally chill the hell out.
And seeing Jax again… yeah, I’d punched him in the face. Surprisingly, he’d just stood there and taken the shot, blood running down his chin from where his teeth cut into his mouth. We’d talked our shit out; he’d told me he’d thought there was no chance of redemption for him, and I’d told him we were family—family he’d turned his back on. But unlike with Konrad and Shaw, Jax had taken responsibility for his actions from the get-go.
But then again, Jax had always been like that. Blunt. Straight to the point. He didn’t like playing games.
I pulled into one of the parking stalls in front of the little coffee shop we all frequented, especially me. I was in here so much, they knew my coffee order by heart. Literally, all I had to do was walk through the door, and they’d start making it for me.
It was nice to not have to rattle off my same order every day anymore. It was one of the only perks of being back in this godforsaken town again.