Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
I watch as people shuffle out, including the guy I punched to the ground who has his friends on either side, helping him up. I chuckle, shaking my head while grabbing Cartier by the wrist and dragging her back toward the house. Red Solo cups litter the floor, and empty pizza boxes lie messily over the coffee tables. The thousands of dollars’ worth of coke is still chilling out on the table. This is a poster for every rich kid with too much money and not enough love.
Grabbing my hoodie from the back of my collar, I pull it over my head and toss it onto her lap. “Put it on and don’t fucking fight with me. I’m not in the mood.” I fall onto the sofa in the family room, spreading my legs wide and watching her carefully. “Your brother is pissed, by the way. What the fuck happened?”
“Nothing,” she snaps, shoving the hoodie over her head to hide the little leather crop top she’s wearing that flashes her swollen tits out to the world. Cartier has the body of a woman years above her age. We’re Midnight Mayhem, yeah, but there’s a reason why Cartier isn’t on the road, and it has everything to do with the fact that none of us want her there. For more than one reason.
One being—the front door slams against the wall and she jolts, peeking her head out through the gap—her brother.
“What the fuck was that, Car! You beat that bitch to a fucking pulp!” Kyrin leans down and presses his face close to hers. She winces, falling back onto the sofa opposite me. “That what you’re doing now too, hmmm? Being the school bitch isn’t enough for you, you gotta throw hands on the poor peasants too?”
Her baby blue eyes roll to the back of her head. “Chill out, the both of you. Fuck. It was all” —she flicks her hands around the place—“consensual.”
My finger twitches as I shuffle forward, resting my elbows on my thighs. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” She finally glares at me, and I have to fight with myself not to smirk right at her. Since our cute little make-out session in the bathtub, she’s been purposely staying away from me. Good. She should. Her cheeks flush red as she stumbles on her words, staring back up at Ky. “We were in a cage fight. Like, with people throwing bets, and I just so happen to be the best.” She shoves Kyrin in the chest and my brows hit my hairline. What the fuck? Cage fighting?
I lean back in my chair and chuckle. “Well, shit.”
She continues her rant. “And I don’t appreciate you both ruining my birthday party and tipping my life upside down!”
Kyrin growls. I mean straight up growls, and I love this part because for whatever reason that God, or whoever created us, decided to make cute little families, they straight up thought to themselves, hey, let’s put these two assholes as siblings. “You’re done.”
Her eyes widen, and I see the exact moment fear whistles through her ears, because all the color in her face turns to stone. Kyrin has the control where Cartier is concerned, he even trumps their parents. After the last shitshow of a mess we had to clean up, she was already on thin ice. There’s no surprise Ky has snapped. He pushes off her chair, making his way to the alcohol cabinet tucked beside the fireplace. “I don’t give a fuck what you want anymore. You continuously test my patience. You’re—”
“—also fucking her teacher,” I add calmly, keeping my eyes on hers. I want her out of this fucking city and away from everyone, stat. I ignore the teacher thing because I can kill him later. How many fucking people has she slept with? And why did I assume she was a virgin? Oh yeah, I know, because she was underage, and I also thought she was smart.
She freezes, her fingers balling into a fist on top of her lap. “He lied. Jarrod has had a crush on me since I started that school.”
“You’re fucking underage…” I answer coolly. I never need to use anger with my words, because she knows when I’m mad. When I’m pissed. When I’m fucking anything. Cartier has been inside my head since the day she was born.
I see the exact moment she chooses roguery. The hues of blue in her eyes seem to shine brighter any time wickedness is about to make its appearance. “Was.” My mouth slams shut.
“Is that true?” Kyrin doesn’t even notice the back and forward between her and me. He also hasn’t moved from his current spot. That’s for her safety more than it’s for his. “You fucking your teacher?” Kyrin snatches the bottle of whiskey and mutters swear words in Romanian as he disappears through the riddled litter, stomping upstairs.