Kade – Fallen Crest High Read Online Tijan

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Taylor sat forward, her eyes shining. “What are you thinking, Heather?”

“I’m thinking we should take advantage of all the fourteen-year-olds we have in the house. Natessia can babysit. Nolan and Nash too. We could go out and have our own fun.”

Quincey tilted her head. “What are you thinking?” She looked at Taylor. “Would you be up for doing something?”

Taylor ran a hand over her bump. She looked tired, but smiled. “I’m thinking the guys have been spending a lot of time together. Why can’t we?”

“Exactly.” Heather’s grin grew wicked. “We don’t have to do anything crazy. I can make a call and reserve the back room at Manny’s. Music. Darts. Drinks. Food.”

Oh man. A night at Manny’s. Our private room. “I’m down for this. Let’s do it.”

“Wait.” Taylor stopped everyone before we could start getting up. She lifted her water in the air. “One more toast.” She waited until everyone raised their glasses with her. “We’ve met at different times in life. Some of us in high school. Some in college. Some even later than that. But once we met each other, a sisterhood began with all of us. It wove between us, bringing us close, but allowing us to separate as we each went to our homes. Boston. San Diego. Seattle. Fallen Crest. Now we’re all in one place. We’ve been brought together by a tragedy and we’re here for each other. Through birthday parties for goats, or campaigning for adult athletes or performing a ballet dance for a parakeet or praying whenever we hear a scream that our child wasn’t the one to draw blood, the point is that we’re in this together. We understand the crazy moments, the stressful moments, the times we’re pulling our hair out, pretending you need the bathroom when you have four paws and ten fingers sticking under the door. We understand the funny times. The reasons each of us fell in love with our partners in life. The joys of the future to come, and also the tragedies that will happen in the future as well. You. Me. Us. You are my sisters in this world, and I am one thankful bitch to have you all in my life. To us.”

Hell, yeah.

“To us!”

Taylor ended it with, “Now let’s go have some fun and see what version of Drunk Sam emerges.”

We toasted. We laughed. I shed a few tears.

We were ready to go out.

10

MASON

We passed through the warehouse to an area in the back, and I saw them right away. Maddy was standing with a group of guys. Two of them were holding her back—smooth little fucks. I didn’t like them—each with a hand on her arm as she lunged toward another group of guys. Those two reeked of elitist pricks while the other group of guys were rougher. If I had to guess, the rough group was Roussou, and the elitist assholes were from Fallen Crest Academy.

Then the Roussou guys shuffled to the side, and behind them were two guys fighting.

I recognized Max and cursed under my breath, picking up my pace. That’s why Maddy was trying to get loose.

Channing roared next to me. He’d seen his son as well. We tore over to them, but Max was not the one getting his ass handed to him. He was the one delivering the beatdown, raining hit after hit on the guy. The other kid was trying to dodge and block, but it didn’t matter. Max herded him into a corner with the guy’s back against a shed. He reached over, took hold of the guy’s arm, and held it aside as he delivered a barrage of clean hits straight to his head.

I winced at one particular punch, almost hearing the guy’s nose break.

“Okay.” Channing waded in, grabbing his son and yanking him backward. He swung him clear. Max didn’t register it, still trying to kick at the guy. He landed one last blow before Channing had totally removed him. The guy folded, collapsing to the ground.

“Let me go—” Max screamed.

I winced. Whatever had happened, Max was in a feral place. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He was somewhere else, in fight-or-flight mode. There was a haze over his eyes, his pupils dilated but fierce.

I stepped between the two groups, a hand stretched toward Maddy. She’d stopped fighting as soon as she saw us.

Her eyes were wild. There was fear in there too.

What the fuck happened?

“Max! Stop.” Channing growled.

I turned back.

Max had gotten free. He was scrambling back to the guy, who was barely conscious. His friends knelt beside him to check on him, and one fell on his ass, trying to get away from Max. I began to head for him, but a hand caught my arm.

Matteo jerked his chin in Maddy’s direction and I got his meaning. I needed to focus on my daughter. I dipped my head in a quick response.


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