Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
The RB engine purrs like a kitten as she rolls her Hakosuka to a halt in front of mine, Priest’s, and Vaden’s.
I stay perched on the hood, with Priest to the left leaning against his, and Vaden on the opposite side of mine. Girls hover far enough away from Priest to not get too close, but close enough so that he knows they’re all interested. Not that he needs to know that. The fucker picks and drops as he pleases, without making any of them feel comfortable enough to rub against his shit without permission.
Shit. Maybe that’s where I’ve got it wrong.
I shove Candy out of my way with a kick of my knee and she pretends like she didn’t notice and walks off to find her friends. How the fuck did she end up hanging off me anyway?
A car door slams closed, and I look up from the bottle dangling between my fingers. Long tanned legs that shouldn’t be on a girl who is five-something-short, long toffee brown hair, and a face that could honestly put every single fucking model out of business, Halen is every fucking thing I should not want.
I don’t want.
But I’m… no. I’m drunk. And I’ll blame it on the fuck-me boots she’s wearing.
Surprise, surprise.
She looks around my body when another car door closes.
“Aw, Halo, what’s the matter?” I call out to her, tilting my head.
Priest kicks off his car, walking off with someone into the crowd.
Finally, another body rounds hers, an arm hooking around her torso, pulling her into his chest.
My smirk falls as does the bottle I’m holding between my fingers. Just as it splatters against the concrete, I push up from my car, anger boiling through my veins.
She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing bringing whoever this fucker is here.
A hand squeezes my arm, stopping me, and I turn over my shoulder to find Vaden staring between us both. Evie, her annoying little best friend who is more like family than our own actual family, jumps in front of her, snapping a photo of them both, and I fall back against my car, allowing the anger inside of me to turn to liquid metal.
Vaden whistles low. “Might wanna tighten that shit up if you don’t want Priest to think you’re considering breaking that promise.”
My jaw clenches so hard I swear my teeth crack. “You and I both know that was specifically for me and Halen, since I’m sure the rest of you aren’t into incest.”
Vaden’s dead expression slowly turns into a deep grin. His white teeth flash against his pale skin, the dimples in both his cheeks deepening. Vaden doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it balances on the line of perfection and fucking creepy. Can’t decide which it is more.
“You just worked that out? Unless you do end up fucking Stella.”
“I’m not gonna fuck Stella!” I rear back my head, insulted.
“What’s wrong with Stella?” Vaden blinks, all smiles gone. When I search his eyes, he shoves me playfully. “Incest is not your thing either. Got it.”
“Good, because I was about to break it down into one hundred different ways on why your statement pissed me off. Starting with missionary.”
The music becomes louder as another car pulls into the concrete slab behind us. The distinct sound of tires shredding tread screams around a winding engine.
I shift over my shoulder to see a ’74 Beamer’s ass looping around in a cloud of smoke, and just as I’m about to look away, a pair of emerald eyes catch mine from behind the mist.
My chest contracts as she holds my stare, almost daringly. She keeps the same, blank expression on her face for the entire time of the skid, before being the first to break when the fuckboy behind her turns her in his grip and back against him.
“Why the fuck is he here?” I ask, popping the trunk to get another bottle. I slam it closed and Vaden is instantly in my face. I ignore his glaring. “Who the fuck is he? Did she drag him off the side of the street?”
“You wanna be drinking more?”
I bite down on the beer cap, twisting it off. This is the second time I’ve ever seen her with another guy, and I gotta admit, both times I’ve not handled it well.
“Not drinking enough.” I make my way to the sandy edge of the water, lifting the beer to my lips. I tilt my head up to the sky above, as stars flicker against the dark atmosphere. Kind of a subtle reminder of what’s to come, what we’ve still got to be wary of, and the new laws of our time.
The smell of burnt rubber evaporates around me, and for the first time in a long fucking time, I breathe out a deep sigh.
“Are you okay?”