Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
I scoff. “Bullshit. It’s the other way around, Carrington. You’re the one who forced my hand, remember? Or do I need to recap the whole masquerade party and the library?”
“Library?” Charlie asks, peering around me to see his friend. “What the hell happened in the library?”
“The library was nothing,” Colton says with a smile in his tone and a heat in his eyes that tells me he’s ready to do it all over again. “The shower is where things really took an interesting turn.”
“Shower?” Milo shrieks. “What the fuck happened in the shower?”
I glance over at him. “When was the last time you and I spoke? Haven’t I told you about the shower yet?”
Milo shakes his head and before he can start cursing me out for depriving him of all the hot and steamy details, Colton’s low tone breaks through the room. “Told him?” he questions, looking at me horrified. “Why the fuck would you need to tell him about that? He’s your ex.”
“Well,” Milo grumbles. “I wouldn’t classify it as that.”
For fuck’s sake. This conversation isn’t getting us anywhere. It reminds me of all the many nights I’d spent with the boys back home and had them fighting over bullshit things, mostly to stir Nic about his fucked-up relationship with me. It was always fun and left someone with stitches, but we always came back for more. That's gone now and a part of me is happy that I can still have that fun with these boys, but it’s not the same. It’ll never be the same.
Needing to steer this in a direction where someone isn’t going to end up with a black eye, I look around at each of them. “What are you guys doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping in and enjoying your Sunday morning?”
Spencer raises a brow and scoffs in amusement. “Considering that it’s nearly three in the afternoon—no. I’m going to go ahead and say that ship has already sailed.”
“Shit,'' I grumble, leaning forward and searching around for my phone on the soft carpet. “Is it really that late in the day?” My fingers curl around the cool metal and I scoop it up to find my phone battery nearly dead with eighteen missed calls, twenty-three text messages, a bunch of messenger notifications, and even my snapchat going insane. “What the fuck?”
I sink back into Colton’s arms and start scrolling through it all. The texts are mostly from the Widows checking in on me. Some from last night after I left and some demanding to know that I’m alright this morning. I ignore them all, especially the ones from Nic. Hell, I don’t even open them and read over it, just simply hit delete.
There are calls from them as well but a few of them are from Milo and Charlie from this morning, probably checking in. Then there’s messenger which is a whole bunch of shit from Hendrix and Jess, filling me in on last night's party that was so incredible that I should have been there. If only they knew what I was actually doing.
The boys talk among themselves as I get busy texting the girls and allow them to fill me in on the details of their night. I honestly don’t give a shit about the party but with my mind continuously jumping back to last night and the way Nic’s knife so effortlessly sliced across their necks, I’d do anything to keep myself distracted.
We hang out for hours and it’s not until the sun is starting to set that my Mom walks in with at least six boxes of pizza. “I figured you guys hadn’t got around to feeding yourselves yet,” she says, looking me up and down, the same way she always does when I don’t come home at night. “What on earth happened to your head?”
My head? Oh, fuck. The lump. I’d forgotten all about that.
“Shit,” Spencer laughs, giving my mom an appreciative smile. “I take my hat off to you, Mrs. Munroe. I’ve been staring at her head since I first walked through the door but was too chicken shit to come right out and ask. I was hoping an explanation would just get thrown around in conversation.”
Mom rolls her eyes. ‘“You’ll do well to learn with Ocean, she doesn’t just give up information willingly. You have to pry it out of her hands and hope you get the full story.”
Colton scoffs beside me. “Ain’t that the fucking truth.”
“Oceania,” my mother warns, realizing that I’m more than happy to let the boys take over and lead the conversation away from my head and to my bad attitude. “Three seconds. Don’t make me whoop your ass in front of your friends.”
I groan and sit up straight on the couch while meeting Mom’s eyes. “You’re going to be mad.”
“Ocean. Now.”
I let out a heavy sigh and try to work out the best way to say this before deciding that getting straight to the point is probably my best option. “I sorta stepped right into the middle of the Widows and Wolves gang war and nearly got shot in the drive-by that killed Kian last night.”