Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Hendrix punched me in the gut. “Why are you at her locker?”
Because I put time into fucking her life up when she wasn’t doing shit. “Go to class, Hendrix.”
His eyes slowly widened. Then he shoved me. “Oh. Hell no, man. Do not go all soft on her because you wanna piece of that ass. She stepped on your rug.” He tapped a toe over the tiles. “You can’t be hunching the ones that’ll step on your rug.”
I shoved him. “I’m not going fucking soft. Go to class, would you?”
But of course, he didn’t. Instead, he banged his forehead against Drew’s locker. “She got you arrested, cumstain. Where’s the retaliation? The bloodshed? The war?”
“We broke into her house, dipshit,” I said. “And demolished it. What else do you want to do?” I stared down the bustling hallway, searching out Drew’s perfect curves. “Burn her car?”
“Well, to start with. Yes…”
I leaned against the locker and shook my head. There was no pleasing Hendrix, especially since his brother was no longer around to rein his ass in. “We’re not burning her car—or her house. It’s over with, man. We scared the shit outta her, and she wasn’t even doing anything.”
He grabbed his head like he was trying to hold in a nuclear explosion. “Cocksucker! Who cares? That’s even worse! She wasn’t doing diddle-fuck-what, and she still—” He hopped up and down, slamming his feet over the floor. “Feet. On. Rug. What are you gonna let her do next, take your balls and hand-milk them for every precious drop of jizz you’ve got?”
I just wanted answers, and dipshit here would never get that. “Go to class, asshole.”
Huffing, he slowly moved away from the lockers, pointing at me. “Whipped by a pussy you haven’t even pounded. That’s sick, man.” He kept backing down the hall. “Absolutely sick.”
When Zepp got out of prison, I was strangling him for beating Hendrix up with that wiffleball bat when we were kids.
I waited at Drew’s locker, replaying the way her breath caught when I slammed her against that wall. I was still going to fuck her, that much was for sure. Drew stepped through the crowd, and our eyes locked. The rhythm of her steps faltered for a split second before her shoulders pushed back and her chin lifted. Like she was trying to prove she wasn’t scared of me. And when she brushed right past me, she made a point to glare at me.
“What do you want?” she asked, yanking open her locker.
There was no witty dig. No sarcasm. Just a dry, monotone question. And from what I knew of this girl, that was very unlike her. “You weren’t dealing weed.” That statement should have been followed with, I’m sorry, but those words just weren’t ready to come out.
“No shit.” Anger rippled across her face as she slammed her locker door. “The Barrington girl who doesn’t need money wasn’t dealing weed. Did you come to that realization all by your bad self?”
And... she was back, as was my anger. My jaw clenched, my gaze tightened on hers. The girl had no humility, so why I’d even let a seed of guilt take root in my chest was beyond me. “You didn’t even try to deny it, Drew.”
All she did was roll her eyes, then went to step away, like I would let her. Oh, no, this girl had a thing or two to learn about the hierarchy of Dayton. I grabbed her shoulder and spun her back against the lockers. “What was it you said to me, baby girl.” I brought my face close enough to hers I could smell the strawberry gloss coating her lips. “Something like, ‘What if I don’t care about your warning?’”
She shoved against my chest, but I didn’t budge. Instead, I placed my lips by her ear, unable to resist the temptation to nip at her lobe before mocking her, “What are you gonna do, Bellamy?’”
I shifted my position to glare at her. “That was stupid.”
“You broke into my fucking house. You’re a psycho.” She attempted to shake free of my hold, but I held tight. “Let go of me,” she said.
The image of her in that towel, hair soaking wet and skin coated in moisture leaped to the forefront of my mind. Directly followed by the reaction she had when I wrapped my hand around her throat. She’d liked that bit of my breaking and entering. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the little hitch to your breath when I put that bat between your legs.” I lifted a brow. “You like this shit, baby girl.”
Her eyes narrowed. Her delicate jawline set. Nothing about her anger should have excited me the way it did.
“Get the fuck off me,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Want me off of you? Get on your fucking knees and make me get off of you.”