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)
“Get the fuck off my sister.”
Penny.
Slowly, he pulls away from me, his hard dick jutting out like a dagger, ready to inflict pain. I spit the pill out and stare at the fierce way Penny points a gun right in Ryan’s face.
I roll away from him and scramble to my feet beside my sister. His vicious glare now illuminated by the entryway overhead light nearly destroys me as he shoves his dick back in his pants.
“This isn’t over,” he growls.
“It would be if I shot you in the fucking dick,” Penny spits out.
If looks could kill, my sister would be dead. Luckily, the only weapon worth anything is the one in her hand. The same gun I know Aunt Karen keeps for protection in her bedside table.
Without another word, he stalks off into the darkness. I hear an engine start up and then he peels off. Quickly, I yank up my shorts from the porch and pull them on.
Penny shuts the door, a furious expression on her face. “I hate that guy.”
“Me too,” I whimper.
I throw myself at her, hugging her tight. She squeezes me in an affectionate way that’s rare for my sister.
“We’re getting a restraining order put on him,” she tells me. “I’m calling Dad and we’re dealing with Ryan. As a family.”
“Penny, I’m scared.”
“Which is why we have to do this.”
“His dad is a cop.”
“So? He can’t get away with this. Besides, not all the cops are bad.” She pulls away and studies my face. “Or we could just call your boyfriend. Let him handle him.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Oh, come on. Like I don’t know you and Cal are together.”
I scoff. “I’m not with Cal.”
“Could have fooled me when you were giving him a handy over his jeans today.”
“You saw that?”
“I see everything, sis.”
“It’s not what it looked like.”
“Whatever. Regardless, I don’t think he’d be happy to know your psycho ex-boyfriend just tried to put his flea-infested dick in you. Am I right?”
I have to agree with her on this one.
“You’re right,” I agree.
“What’s going on?” Mom asks, coming down the stairs with Karen right behind her.
“Why do you have my gun, Pen?” Aunt Karen demands in her principal voice.
Penny relinquishes it to our aunt. “I almost had to shoot Ryan in the dick for trying to use it against Char.” She shrugs as though her blunt words won’t give Mom a heart attack.
Mom cries out in horror, yanking me to her, stroking her fingers through my hair. “That monster. Oh my God. Sweetie, are you okay? Did he—”
“I’m okay,” I assure her, choking on my tears. “But can we call Daddy? I want…I want to file a restraining order against Ryan. I won’t allow him to hurt me anymore.”
Cal
I pace the classroom, thrumming with pent-up energy. Ever since yesterday afternoon, my mind has been fucked over this girl. If Terrence were here, he’d bust my balls over it too. Tell me I was being a pussy.
It’s not what we do.
We don’t obsess over girls.
Terrence, me, Jordy, Roan.
The Hoodlums toy and play, but never obsess.
The rat changed shit up for Roan and Jordy has apparently always had some voodoo claim over Roux, but this is not me.
I straighten my stupid tie, irritated that Karen gave me a lecture about professionalism between classes yesterday. Apparently she’s going to ride my ass unless I wear one. I had to borrow this shit from Dad because I don’t do ties.
Lately, I’m doing a lot of crap that’s not me.
I swung by the hospital this morning to bitch at Terrence about Charlotte. I told him it was his fault for not waking up. He didn’t respond, but I imagine if he heard me, he’d be laughing on the inside.
My eyes flit over to the clock. Thirty minutes until my first class starts. I continue my pacing, my body buzzing from the several cups of coffee I’ve already had. The moment I sense another presence, I know it’s her without having to actually see her.
“You’re early,” I growl as I greedily drink her up.
Today, she wears tight-ass black leggings, pink tennis shoes, and a V-neck black T-shirt. All of it hugs her sexy curves. It drives me fucking mad. She sets down her bag beside her desk. Something’s different about her. I can feel it crackling in the air. Slowly, as though she’s a rabid animal, I approach her.
She turns to face me but won’t look at me. I walk up to her until her tits brush against my chest. From this angle, I get a prime view right down her shirt. I see the edges of a black, lacy bra and fuck if I don’t want to tear it off with my teeth.
“I told him no,” she whispers, her words chilling my blood. “I thought this time I was stronger. That he would hear me this one time.”