Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
A grin kicks up the corner of my lips, and I try not to laugh at the fucker as he follows me back into the make-shift hospital room, only to find both Addison and Brielle sitting up in their beds, glaring at me like I’m some kind of rabid animal. “What the hell did you do?” Addison screeches, grabbing a pillow and trying to launch it at me, only it falls flat with her lack of strength.
“Me?” I demand, glancing at Hudson. “He’s the one who came at me. Get on his ass, not mine.”
“Wait,” Brielle says, looking between Hudson and me before narrowing her suspicious gaze. “You didn’t start this?”
“No,” I scoff. “But I sure as fuck finished it.”
Hudson rolls his eyes and moves toward Addison, letting her look over him as though he’s too precious to take a beating. Bri just gives me a hard stare. “Really?” she questions, not impressed at all. “Can’t we just have a few days where no one gets hurt?”
Jax steps around me. “Speaking of hurt,” he says, and the hint of desperation in his tone makes me want to clobber him. “I need you to call Ari and let her know I’m not going to make it through the night.”
Bri gapes at him, not understanding, but I think I already know where this is going. “What the fuck are you talking about? The doctor said you were going to be fine.” Her eyes cut to mine like bullets in the night. “What the hell did you do to him?”
I’m about ready to argue my innocence when Jax lets out a heavy sigh and indicates down to his junk. Bri’s gaze drops and the look of disgust almost makes it worth it. “Eww, Jax. I don’t want to see that shit. Go take a cold shower or something.”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “I take it you’re not going to call Ari then?”
Bri rolls her eyes and throws back her blankets as she looks at me. “You, come with me. I need to clean you up before you bleed all over the house.”
“No, don’t get up,” I tell her. “I’ll be fine. I can do it myself.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Tanner Morgan,” she says, her brow raising with the challenge. “If I want to clean your stupid ass up, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do, and there’s nothing you can do or say that’s going to stop me.”
I groan and make my way toward her, taking her hand and helping her out of bed as Hudson does the same with Addie. We start making our way toward the bathroom, but Addie cuts in front of us and shoots me a nasty glare as she blocks the entrance. “Find your own bathroom, asshole. And while you’re at it, figure out how you’re going to apologize to Hudson.”
“Excuse me?” Bri spits, stepping in front of me and glaring daggers at my sister. “He doesn’t owe anyone an apology. But Hudson sure as fuck does.”
“Okay,” I say, taking Bri by the shoulders and pulling her away from Addie, knowing the two of them could go at each other like this for hours. “No one owes anyone anything. We were both letting off steam. He said shit. I said shit. We beat the fuck out of each other and now we’re cool.” I catch Brielle’s stare and hold it as she glares back at me, waiting for her anger to pass. “Alright?” I demand.
She relents for a minute before finally letting out a breath and relaxing. “Fine,” she says with a huff, allowing me to take her hand and pull her away, just as Hudson does the same with Addie.
Chapter 8
TANNER
Brielle trails up the stairs behind me as I lead her to my private bathroom, holding her hand in case she needs me. When I open the door for her, she storms past me in search of the first aid kit. Bri opens the cupboards beneath the sink, and I step into her, taking her hips as she bends down, her firm ass pressed against my dick.
She finds the first aid kit and straightens up before turning to face me, trying to hide the cringe of pain the movement has caused. Her hand brushes against my chest as I reach down and grip her ass, lifting her to sit on the edge of the vanity. She places the first aid kit down beside her as I step in between her legs, needing to be as close as humanly possible.
Her soft gaze searches my face, looking over every little mark and bruise on my skin before dropping her stare down my body. She looks over my chest and arms before moving all the way down to my hands. Brielle takes my hand and lifts it to her lips before pressing a gentle kiss on my swollen knuckles. “You’re an idiot,” she tells me, lifting her gaze back to mine as her thumb gently brushes over the back of my hand.