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)
I roll my eyes and start cleaning up after myself. “The least you could do is grab me the mop,” I grumble. “This is basically all your fault. Don’t pretend like you didn’t know I was about to walk in and see that.”
Jensen shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry, but after hanging out with your brother, I’ve decided he’s a shitload cooler than you. We’re bros now.”
“Ahh, fuck,” I mutter.. “And what exactly does it mean to be bros?”
Jensen shakes his head, giving me a tight smile. “Don’t ask questions you simply can’t understand. It’s a deep, deep kind of friendship. It’s like our spirits are living on the same fucked-up level that you just can’t complete with. Accept it now. It’ll be easier in the long run.”
I groan and give him a blank stare. “Just give me a warning if I’m about to walk into a room and see you and Damien creating a human centipede. I can handle seeing him fuck one of my friends, but I don’t think I’d ever recover from that,” I tell him. “That’s just taking the whole stepbrother thing a little too far.”
Jensen laughs and slips his hands into his pockets. “Ahhhh, jealousy doesn’t look good on you, little sister.”
“Jealousy?” I laugh. “Jealous of what? Your desire to fuck my brother? No thanks, you can have him all to yourself.”
“I … no, that’s not what I meant.”
“You said so yourself,” I tease. “You’re experiencing a deep, deep friendship, and honestly, I didn’t know you could get that deep inside my brother. But it’s cool, whatever floats your boat.”
“Fucking hell,” Jensen mutters. “He warned me you were tricky, but I underestimated you.”
I give him a wide grin. “Most people do,” I tell him before arching a brow. “Now, how about that mop?”
Chapter 24
BRIELLE
Okay, so hear me out. I kinda left while Jensen was getting the mop, but who can blame me? At least I did a half-assed cleaning job, but the moans, groans, and giggles coming from Damien’s room made me need to shower in bleach. Though I don’t know what that’s going to do for the memories etched into my brain.
I skip over the small hedge between the houses and break into Tanner’s place. “Addie?” I call from the bottom of the stairs, having learned my lesson about barging into people’s rooms uninvited, especially now that she’s getting handsy with Hudson. “Are you here?”
Addison’s head pops over the banister, looking down at me. “What’s up?” she questions, her hair falling around her face.
A wide grin stretches across my face as I feel a war brewing in my veins. Hell, walking in on my brother and Ilaria must have messed with me a little more than I thought because before that, I was determined to let this one go, but the more I think about it, the more I can’t sit back and do nothing. “You wanna go fuck someone up?”
Her eyes sparkle with excitement, knowing exactly what I’m thinking. “The boys aren’t going to like this.”
“The boys can kiss my ass,” I tell her, knowing damn well what the boys think about this. We’ve spent the last few days listening to all their reasons as to why we shouldn’t. But fuck them. If Addison isn’t going to get justice, then we’ll take it for ourselves.
We sit in Tanner’s stolen Mustang, knowing damn well he’d have something to say about this, but he’d have to find us first. We cross over the border into Hope Falls, the windows down and the wind blowing in our hair.
Hey Violet blasts through the speakers, preaching about Fuqboi’s, and we scream the lyrics at the top of our lungs, feeling free for the first time in weeks. “Is this seriously where you used to live?” she questions, her face scrunching as she looks at all the litter scattered across the road, the chains and boards around peoples’ homes, not to mention the graffiti on every available surface.
“Yeah, it’s just peachy, right?” I laugh, hating the thoughts that are probably rummaging through her mind, judging the lifestyle I once lived.
I see the familiar yellow beetle up ahead and nerves filter through me, making my hands shake. “She’s home,” I tell her, nodding up ahead to Erica’s house, relieved that neither of her parents’ cars are there.
I bring the Mustang to a stop a few houses down and glance toward Addison, who seems to have gone very quiet. Turning down the music, I give her a hard stare. “Whatever you want,” I tell her. “I’ve got your back.”
She nods, letting out a heavy breath, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s nervous. This isn’t exactly something Addison has done before, and I suppose neither have I. Well, kind of. Growing up around here, I’ve been forced to do things I never wanted to do. Mostly, I’ve been lucky. I haven’t been jumped or fucked with, but I’ve certainly witnessed it.