Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“She’s my girlfriend’s best friend,” Kayden snaps. “That’s why. You fucked up, Ryan. Get the hell out of here.”
Cuntingham shakes his head like a spoiled child. “You can’t kick me out. Half these people are my friends, not yours, douchebag!”
Kayden steps closer, getting in his face. “And the other half belong to me, motherfucker.”
“We have an agreement,” Cuntingham hisses, his nose bumping Kayden’s. “You choose this fuckface over me and that agreement goes the fuck away.”
What agreement?
Kayden tenses. It must have something to do with Renaldo.
“I don’t have shit with you,” I grind out, causing Cuntingham to turn around. “This is for little mouse.”
My fist slams into his gut, making him groan and double over. I want to bash his fucking face in, but I know who his dad is. I’m not getting sent back to prison for breaking the nose of a cop’s son.
“Y-You,” Cuntingham chokes out.
I don’t give him a second to get his words out. With a growl, I snatch him by the hair and drag his pussy ass out of the party. He cries out like a bitch when I toss him outside and into the yard like yesterday’s trash. Turning on my heel, I head back into the party.
“Isaiah and Gunther?”
Two guilty as fuck dudes freeze. I don’t have to do anything except glower at them. They rush out of the house without argument.
Kayden easily calms the group like he was born to command people, much like his brother. He barks out a few orders and the crowd disperses.
“Renaldo sent you to babysit me because some Rockfords are here.” His jaw clenches, irritation present in every tick of his facial muscles. “I can handle a few fucking Rockfords.”
“I just do what I’m told.” I shrug. “Is Cunningham going to be a problem?”
“Nope. He owes me. We have a deal. He keeps his dad and the cops off our asses, and I keep him and his crew supplied.” His head cocks to the side, studying me with obvious distaste. “Are you going to be a problem?”
You better fucking believe it, asshole.
“Guess we’ll find out,” I say instead.
His jaw clenches. “I don’t need you here watching over me. I have this shit handled.”
I don’t sense any threats, so I’m sure as hell not staying. With a clipped nod his way, I turn on my heel and head out the door. I’ve barely made it over the threshold when baby Ramirez calls out to me.
“Stay away from my goddamn girlfriend or I’ll cut your throat,” he bites out.
He could try.
I offer him my finger and saunter away from his bratty ass.
“If I found out it was you who left those hickeys on her neck,” he yells after me, “I’ll make you pay.”
I reach my car and turn my head to look at him. He stands in the yard, a new gun in his hand at his side and a murderous scowl on his face. With all the hatred I can muster, I sear my glare into him.
He’s a fucking kid.
I will destroy him if I have to.
And seeing that he’s involving Roux in all his bullshit, I might just have to.
“You know I can’t stay away from her.” I lick my bottom lip, smirking a little. “She’s my best friend’s little sister.” I laugh. “I’m going to see her every goddamn day. All goddamn day. Hell, I might even bump into her at night on the way to the bathroom.”
He storms my way, raising his gun at me, pointing it right in my face like he actually has the balls to use it. I don’t flinch, just eye him up like he’s a piece of shit stuck to my shoe.
“Touch her, motherfucker, and see what happens. I don’t give a fuck what sort of agreement our brothers have,” he snarls. “I will kill you.”
Not if I kill you first, little boy.
“Bye, baby Ramirez.”
I climb into the car and peel out, sending gravel spraying all over that idiot. When he raises his weapon and fires into the sky, I laugh.
Then, cold dread settles over me.
This kid is an angry little shit and has his claws deep in my girl.
He’s a problem. A problem I absolutely need to deal with.
Roux
Charlotte’s mom, Kelsey, is like the mom I never had.
Sweet. Loving. Caring.
Of all the years I’ve known her, she has always been calm and collected. Not once have I seen her lose her shit. Until now.
“You’ve lost your damn mind,” Kelsey seethes, her body trembling as she shakes a finger at Charlotte.
Charlotte wears a bored expression as she yawns, her eyes darting to the clock. “It was just a party. Roux overreacted.”
Hollis snaps his head her way. “She didn’t overreact. That dickhead took advantage of you.”
“He’s my boyfriend,” Charlotte snaps, tears welling in her eyes. “I love him. What we do in the bedroom is none of your damn business.”