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)
Said old lady smacks me upside my head for his words.
“Ow,” I grumble. “He said it. Not me.”
“You laughed, boy.”
I bite back another chuckle because I totally did and deserved it.
Me: She’s not old. She’s beautiful and an amazing cook.
Roan: She’s reading our texts…shit. Love ya, Grandma Rhetta.
Me: Ass kisser.
Roan: Yeah, yeah. Just get your ass over here. Pick up a gallon of milk on your way for your nephew. See you in twenty.
I still can’t believe Roan has a kid.
Fucking Sidney.
A shame she died, too. Sidney was annoying and all up on our nuts when we were teenagers, but she wasn’t a bad person. The girl did so much better when she started seeing the nerd. We have Baby Hoodlum now and Roan’s a damn dad, so some good came out of all that. He’s pretty happy to have a kid.
“I guess I’ll go check on that asshole,” I tell Rhetta as I stand.
At nearly six-five, I tower over Terrence’s grandma. She’s still meaner than a snake and always has the upper hand, even being as shrimpy as she is.
“Call me if he wakes up,” I remind her for the millionth time.
She purses her wrinkled lips together. “You’ll be the first one.”
We hug and then I stride out of there, my head down and my thoughts slowly unraveling. When I’m not aching from loss, I’m pissed. It’s hard to be angry when I hear the hiss-woosh of the breathing machine keeping him alive. But the second I leave, it all comes bubbling up like an inferno of hate.
She did this to him.
Charlotte fucking English.
It’s no secret we all hate the Cuntinghams, so it was a shock when Charlotte got involved with that asshole Ryan. Still, we didn’t think it was that big of a deal. The arrogant dick would get bored of her after a while and move on.
He didn’t.
Instead, he turned her into one of them.
Druggie fucktards who think they’re above the law.
That girl got wasted on drugs and drove headfirst into my best fucking friend. She nearly killed him. Hell, he may still die because of her. If she wasn’t Roan’s sister-in-law, I would’ve already paid her a little visit to let her know just what I think of her.
But the bitch is tied to one of the Hoodlums, which means I have to tread carefully.
At one time, I thought she was cool like Hollis. Hot as fuck too. She was kind of like Roux in the aspect that she was an honorary Hoodlum. We let her hang, but she was untouchable.
Not now.
She fucked that up when she decided to get behind the wheel blasted out of her mind. Charlotte carelessly took someone away from me who is my brother in every way but blood. I was happy as fuck to learn that her daddy picked up the medical bills for Terrence. If he’s not going to wake up, I hope he bleeds them dry. Maybe the rotten princess will learn from her terrible mistake.
I’m boiling over with anger toward the beautiful, spoiled blonde by the time I make my way to my truck. T and I were supposed to be having the time of our lives right now. Instead, I’ve been tied to his bed, praying like fuck for him to wake up. By the time I hop in my lifted black GMC Sierra truck and turn over the engine, I’m furious. I peel out of the hospital parking lot, not caring that I’m leaving burnout tire strips on the asphalt. Bypassing the stop sign, I blow out of there toward Roan’s, turning the music on loud to drown out all my inner noise.
Lights.
Red and blue.
Fuck.
Annoyed, I let out a growl and pull over. I’m no stranger to the cops of Hood River. Hell, my dad knows them probably better than me for how many shit storms he had to come to my rescue on. David Hutton’s used to bailing his only son out and is pretty damn good at it. I wonder which lucky bastard will have the pleasure of meeting Dad’s wrath today.
As soon as my eyes meet Michael Cunningham’s approaching form, I curse. Of course it’d have to be this asshole—the father of the motherfucker who is no doubt just as responsible for Terrence’s accident as Charlotte is. Michael is one of those older guys who thinks because he wears a badge and stays fit, the town fucking worships him like he’s a god. I hate him and Ryan. Tyler, his oldest son, is okay, but since he’s gay, their all-American douchebag family has pretty much excommunicated him anyway.
Just to be a dick, I wait until he has to tap on my window before I roll it down. I smirk down at him. My forty-inch tires have him looking up at me, pissed that I literally have the upper hand right now.