Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
All-consuming. Ravenous. Desperate.
And he says I’m the parasite…
He can have my soul.
He can have my everything.
Cal
One month later…
“Jordy is such a pussy,” I complain. “It’s just a bachelor party. It’s not like we were going to make him fuck strippers and send incriminating evidence to Little Hoodlum. I swear to God that dude has been pussywhipped by her since way before she was legal.”
Tierra laughs from beside me. “I think it’s romantic.”
“You would,” Terrence says, shooting her an annoyed look.
They get into another heated discussion about the reason Tierra left Rockford. Terrence was pissed when he found out what happened. He wanted me to help him kill the guy she sent nudes to—his uncle’s coworker. Tierra told him to drop it. Of course Terrence will do nothing of the sort. He’s only getting started. My boy woke up from a coma to learn that his cousin was involved in a scandal with an old man that resulted in a bully shitstorm. Hell yeah he’s pissed.
“Is your girl limber in bed?” Terrence asks, ignoring Tierra’s yapping to point onto the football field. “I mean, fuck. She can do the splits.”
“Gross, T. You’re fucking nasty. I’m right here. Don’t talk about Cal and Charlotte’s sex life in front of me,” Tierra grumbles, swatting at her cousin.
I laugh at their antics. “Charlotte has many talents, all of which are for me to know and you to never find out, man.”
Terrence pretends to pout. It’s good to have him back. He still hurts and battles with some depression, but I think he’s going to be okay.
“Oh, look,” a familiar voice chirps. “It’s Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dumbfuck, and Smash.”
“Don’t call me Smash,” Terrence says, shooting her the bird.
Penny grins at him. “Sorry. I forgot you prefer when I call you Roadkill.”
“If he’s Smash,” I say, frowning at Penny. “Which one of us is Tweedle Dumbfuck?”
“If you have to ask, you already have your answer.” Penny plops down beside Tierra. “Fucked any old dudes lately?”
At least she dishes out her insults in an even manner.
Little adorable bitch.
Tierra smacks her thigh. “You’re such a psycho.”
“Love you too,” Penny says. “I had to get away from Dad and Jace.” She cringes. “I think they’re besties now. That’s weird, right?”
“Considering how completely opposite they are, yes,” I agree. “But look at the rat and Roan.”
“They’re not those kind of besties,” Penny assures me, “though it’d be a royally fucked up dynamic to the family tree. Unfortunately, they’re the normal kind of besties. Kind of like you two idiots. Always finishing each other’s sentences. Doing the whole ride or die thing. Checking out chicks together. Should I make them matching friendship bracelets?”
“Jace is so hot,” Tierra says. “I’d go gay for him if I were your dad.”
“My dad won’t ever go there. Trust me. It’s super gross, though, to watch them get dressed up to go pick up chicks. Jace thinks it’s his sole mission in life to find Dad a girlfriend,” Penny reveals. “Dad’s still hung up on Mom.”
“Tell your daddy if he needs a more capable wingman, I’ll help,” Tierra offers.
“No,” both Terrence and I say at once.
“I agree with the idiots,” Penny says. “You might accidentally offer yourself up instead.”
“A Jace and Garrett sandwich,” Tierra says with a smirk. “I’m into it.”
Penny pretends to gag. “Subject change. Who’s going to embarrass themselves at the wedding tomorrow with their speeches? My bet is on Roadkill.”
“Fuck off, brat,” Terrence grumbles. “My speech is amazing.”
I chuckle, my eyes finding Charlotte once again as she shakes her orange poms in the air. I wonder if I can get her to bring them by the cabin later and do some naked cheers while she rides my dick.
“Oh shit,” Penny grits out. “Douchebag, twelve o’clock.”
I follow her pointed finger to a guy on the sidelines. Right in front of my fucking girl. I’d recognize that fucker from anywhere.
“Cuntingham,” I growl, rising to my feet.
“No way,” Terrence snarls. “Let’s kill him.”
When Charlotte told us about what really happened a while back, I thought that asshole would get some sort of punishment. Samantha quickly informed us that because of how they found her and the drugs in her system, it’d be impossible to prove otherwise. Regardless, she took Charlotte’s testimony of that night and took the appropriate actions. Yet, once again, this guy gets away with whatever the fuck he wants because her account of what happened isn’t enough.
“Don’t get a black eye before the wedding,” Penny calls out as Terrence and I charge down the bleachers.
We make it halfway down when the buzzer blares. The game is over. And fuck my life, everyone decides to bail all at once. T and I start pushing past people. My eyes are on Charlotte. Cuntingham walks right up to her and starts speaking to her. Whatever he says makes her shudder.