Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
She’d never been afraid of me.
“Man, we gotta get in there before we miss out on the good pussy.” Oscar marched ahead to meet his brother and they chanted obnoxiously, pumping their fists in the air as they hurried for the front door. They went in without knocking, and Otto shouted, “Come on, Doom!” right before disappearing within the flailing bodies and streaming lights.
I knew I’d already lost them. There would be no easy way of finding them once they’d gotten some drinks. I guess that was a good thing. For now.
I moved forward, shaking my head and sighing as I gripped the doorknob and walked in. The music was louder than I thought. I couldn’t hear anyone talking. I couldn’t hear laughter or shouting or even giggling. There was just music. Loud, thunderous, annoying music.
Shutting the door behind me, I glanced up, peering at the curved staircase. I surveyed the people that were standing on each step. I trusted no one above me. Shit, I hated anyone that looked down at me.
Grimacing at those who stared and whispered, I moved ahead, pushing through the thick crowd full of drunk teenage girls and horny boys trying to cop a few feels.
This kind of crowd reminded me of the late nights at the Dawg Pit, only the Pit was a lot less rowdy and a little more hostile. It was money flapping in the air rather than cups full of cheap beer or tequila.
I heard the DJ at the front of the room shout something into the microphone and then he switched up the song, scratching records and putting on a hype song by Ludacris. The entire crowd went wild.
What did they know about rap? I laughed, just at the mere thought of these spoiled, suburban kids actually listening and dancing to this song. Stepping aside, I pressed my back to the wall, crossed my arms, and took a casual scan of the room.
I don’t know why the hell I was pretending I didn’t care where she was, but I really wanted to know.
Was she dancing with another guy?
Maybe saving a dance for me? Not that I would dance with her. I hated dancing… or doing anything other than working out and fighting.
Taking a look around the bustling living room, I stopped near the kitchen door and saw Otto chatting it up with a brunette, a red plastic cup in hand. He had his other hand planted on the wall above her head, his face now going to the crook of her neck as he most likely whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. Talking was pointless. I fucked girls I could cut to the chase with. Seducing and sweet-talking wasn’t exactly my thing.
I looked past him to the kitchen. I spotted Oscar standing there with a clear cup in his hand, chatting with three girls, making them giggle. Three? Dude was a true player. They didn’t call him Wildcard for nothing.
“Just get out!” A shrill voice came from a short distance away, seizing my attention. I turned my head, looking over my shoulder and catching the friend Jenny left the gym with standing in front of the back door.
A guy was trying to get in, his eyes glazed over, jaw locked and fists clenched. Jenny’s friend tried hard to shove him away, but he only moved closer, pressing against her until he was forced on her small frame. His lips attacked hers. She struggled to shove the boy away. I frowned and turned towards the commotion.
Shit didn’t look right.
“Hey, man, I got a text from Flex.” Oscar popped up beside me. He saw me looking towards the arguing couple, and his forehead creased. “What the fuck is going on?”
He watched how the boy ran his hands up and down her waist, how she fought hard to get rid of him. I heard a deep growl come from within Oscar’s throat, and I knew seeing the boy practically rape her with his hands had gotten to him.
“I’m not about to stand here and watch that shit go down.”
He plowed forward, shoving past people to get to Jenny’s friend. Jenny had made an appearance, trying to yank the boy off. The boy grabbed her arm and she wailed from the pain of his vice grip.
Something about the pain that flashed across her face, how fear settled deep in her eyes, seemed to make a small bomb go off inside me. I was down to help Jenny’s friend if shit got worse, but now that Jenny was actually involved, shit switched from 0 to 100 real quick.
I followed Oscar’s suit, rushing forward, not giving a damn about who I knocked out of my fucking way.
We were right there, and the boy looked right at us when we stepped up. Up close he looked a few years older, and when he saw us towering above Jenny, his brows rose with slight amusement and the fucker had the nerve to laugh.