Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Wariness shoots through me at his tone.
"School. Why? What's wrong?" I'm already grabbing my shit and shoving it into my bag. Something's wrong. He wouldn't be calling me otherwise.
"You need to get home now," he demands, his voice hard.
"Titan, fucking tell me what's wrong," I snap, earning an annoyed huff from the girl sitting across from me. I shoot her a hard glare, silently telling her to mind her own business.
She jerks her gaze away from mine, muttering under her breath.
I don't spare her another thought, instead slinging my bag over my shoulder and jogging through the library. As soon as I push through the doors into the late afternoon sunshine, I head toward my bike.
"It's January," he says as I run through the parking lot, my bag bouncing on my back. "Some little motherfucker at school cornered her and tried to force himself on her."
My blood freezes in my veins. My feet stop moving without my consent, nearly pitching me forward. Ice grows in my chest, fear for January overriding everything else. "Tell me she's okay," I whisper, gripping the phone so tightly my fingers scream in protest. "Please tell me he didn't hurt her."
I can't even say the word rape out loud. Just thinking it makes me feel like I'm going to lose it.
"He didn't get that far. She kneed him in the balls and slugged him in the face. He ran off," Titan says, still snarling like a pissed-off animal. "She's upset, but she's okay."
"Who was it?" I start running for the bike again.
"His name is Tony Black," Titan says.
"Motherfucker!"
"Quan says he's been running around with Kaleo since he moved here a couple of months ago. I'm guessing Kaleo put him up to it, trying to get at the two of us."
Rage courses through me, running so hot and fast that my blood no longer feels frozen. It feels like it's boiling in my veins. I'm going to find Tony and kill him. Right after I kill Kaleo for sending that little motherfucker after January.
He's been quiet the last few months, staying off our turf. I should have known he was up to something.
"Don't let her out of your sight. I'm on my way," I order Titan, then hang up the phone and shove it into my pocket. As soon as I'm on my bike, I pound the handlebars, yelling loudly. That fucker put his hands on my girl. Tried to hurt her. She's probably so fucking scared right now.
I race through Los Angeles, weaving in and out of traffic at a high rate of speed. Thankfully, there aren't any cops in my path. I'm not sure I'd stop if they tried to pull me over right now. I'm so mad I'd refuse. I'm not stopping until January is safe.
How many times is Kaleo going to try to get to us through her? He tried with Corey, and now this.
No more. That shit ends today. No one else will ever use her again to try to hurt me or Titan.
Thirty minutes later, I screech to a stop outside Kaleo's house. The place is a hot mess. The blue paint is faded, and the windows are dirty. The yard is overgrown and oil spots stain the driveway. He should be embarrassed for letting his mama live like this when he's running around in new kicks and tossing drug money all over the place.
He's sitting on the porch with Micah and a kid I don't know. His feet are up on the railing, and he has a beer in his hand. He's laughing, but then his eyes come to me. He sobers instantly, worry washing through his expression.
"Kaleo!" I roar, slamming the kickstand down and climbing off the bike.
He climbs to his feet, handing his beer to Micah. He mutters something to him and the kid and then jogs down the sidewalk toward me, his hands up like he's trying to appease me. "Kincaid, man. I didn't have anything to do with that shi–"
He's still talking when I launch myself at him.
"Oh shit!" Micah yells.
I hit Kaleo hard, knocking him to the ground. He lands on his back, his head bouncing off the cracked cement. Before he can even move, I start wailing on him like he deserves. My fist connects with his face over and over.
"You stay the fuck away from January!" I roar and hit him once more.
A tooth flies out of his mouth, and blood runs down his chin. He's too stunned to fight back. No one's come after him like this in years. He probably doesn't even know how to defend himself without a gun in his hands.
That doesn't stop me from breaking his nose.
Micah and the kid come running down the steps toward us, their feet pounding down the cement.
"You send anyone else after her, I'll fucking kill you!" I yell and punch Kaleo in the face a final time.