Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Chapter 4
If you want to be a crazy bitch, be a crazy bitch. They’re going to say you were whether you were or you weren’t. Might as well give them a show.
-Casten’s words of wisdom
Tasha
I called myself all kinds of a fool two days later as I walked through what I thought was Casten’s front lawn.
He didn’t have a walkway, and his driveway was filled to the brim with cars and bikes.
He was having a party…or so it appeared.
I’d gotten an email from him earlier this morning.
In typical Casten fashion, it had been short and sweet.
Come to my house today at seven. Saint party. Don’t be late.
-C
I probably wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t gotten confirmation from my sister that Casten was, in fact, having a party and wasn’t going to use this as an opportunity to yell at me.
Again.
Apparently, going to pick up one of my girls in a bad part of town wasn’t something I was allowed to do, according to my self-appointed keeper, Mr. Hard Ass Casten.
Evidently, what I should have done, was call him.
And now, I can’t call him.
The bastard must have changed his number and now has it blocked every time he calls me.
All the calls that I got on my cell phone that showed up as unknown, I no longer answered, so, I guess that’s why he’d decided to send an email.
I passed by my sister’s car, wondering why she’d brought it when my mom had her baby, Vitaly.
I’d just come from there and, apparently, Mom had had Vitaly since earlier in the day, and tonight would be the first time the baby would stay over with her for the entire night.
Curious to see what kind of party was going on that they didn’t want to bring kids to, I’d reluctantly come, bearing four Blooming Onions from Outback Steakhouse.
Why I’d gotten them, I didn’t know. I didn’t have time to make anything, and my mother had always taught me not to show up at a party empty handed.
So I moved up the lawn, skirting the motorcycles here and there that didn’t have room to park in the driveway, and knocked on the front door.
I assumed, since there were so many people here, that Casten wouldn’t be the one to answer the door.
I’d been wrong.
He did answer.
“Hey,” I said, startled to see him.
He didn’t even smile, he just moved back so I could come in.
My eyes moved down to the dog that stood vigil at Casten’s back.
“Your dog’s…cute,” I lied.
She wasn’t cute.
In fact, she was definitely in need of some tender love and care. Maybe a pretty collar.
She looked like she’d been maimed…or worse. I wasn’t really sure what had happened to her, but it was obvious some sort of trauma had occurred. One of her ears were missing. Hair was gone off of most of her head. One eye was gone, and her tail was kinked.
Casten didn’t say anything.
So I followed behind him, shutting the door myself and freezing in the entryway at the sheer number of people that were shoved into his house.
Even more spilled out onto the deck that overlooked the river.
Casten had a breathtaking view. In fact, it was so beautiful that I would’ve loved to live in this house.
Casten’s dog followed behind him as he weaved his way out to the back porch, but I spotted Mig and Annie in the kitchen.
So I took the easier route and weaved through people until I stood at Mig’s side.
“Hey,” I handed him the bag.
Relieved of my burden, I went to my sister and hugged her.
“I can’t believe you made me come to this,” I grumbled as Mig opened the bag I gave him.
Mig’s eyes went wide as he pulled out the first large box.
“What is this?” He sniffed deeply as he opened it.
“A Bloomin’ Onion,” I divulged.
“Fuck yeah,” Mig growled. “It takes forever for the boys to get dinner going. This’ll be a nice appetizer.”
A man that I didn’t know leaned over to steal a piece, and Mig growled at him.
“Go get your own fuckin’ food,” he hissed.
The man backed away with a laugh.
“Alright, Mig. Sorry, man,” the man apologized as he went back to the wall that he was leaning against.
“I brought four of them,” I whispered.
Mig’s eyes moved to catch mine. “I know. I don’t want to share with him, though. I could eat one of these by myself.”
He could, too.
That man could seriously put away some food. Something I’d witnessed multiple times now.
Then again, all of the Uncertain Saints could.
It was like their bodies didn’t store fat like normal human beings.
They all drank beer and ate badly but still had bodies of gods.
I ate badly, I couldn’t fit into my clothes the next morning.
I’m sure if I did both, I’d have to roll myself out of bed in the morning.