Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“How does Deke feel about that?”
“Deke doesn’t get a say in it. He lost that right.”
Mattie’s eyes narrow as he studies me. “Is this a story I need to hear, Champ?”
“Not unless he gets stupid and decides to follow me here. Then…” I shrug, “maybe.”
“Thea—”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Mattie. It no longer pertains to my world. If that changes, I will let you know, I promise.”
He lets out a grunt, letting me know that he’s not happy. “You’re going to stay here. I’ll call Dragon and let him know I need tomorrow off so I can go see places with you. That said, I don’t know why you just don’t stay here. This place rarely gets used.”
“Your club buddies hang out at your place way too often. I don’t need to be tripping over them. Plus, I’m already scarred for life. I don’t need to hear my big brother having sex with one of his many twinkies.”
“I don’t bring women to my place. If I ever find a woman that I want to make my old lady, then she will be here, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon. You’re safe. As for the brothers, you get along with all of them, except for Dom, and he rarely comes over these days. Right now, he’s spending his time lying drunk. If he doesn’t get his head out of his ass, Dragon is going to take his patch. He’s still pretty pissed over the whole T and Gabby thing, and you know when Dragon gets pissed—”
The thought of Dom like that makes my stomach turn. I frown because I thought Dom was doing better. “What the hell is wrong with him?” I snap out loud, though I’m mostly talking to myself.
“I’ve been asking that question ever since he chose that bitch over you.”
“Mattie—”
“Don’t deny it, Thea. I know you left Kentucky because you were in love with him.”
“I won’t argue, but that’s over.”
“It’s his loss. He doesn’t deserve my little sister.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t think anyone is good enough for me.”
“That’s the truth,” he says with a huge-ass grin.
“Are we going to talk out here all evening, or you going to let me in?”
“I’ll let you in. Where’s your bags?”
I hold up two Walmart bags. One has a change of clothes and the other has my toiletries. Mom always keeps her shopping bags in the broom closet. She uses them mostly for liners in the small trash cans throughout the house. I’ve always used them for overnight luggage. Mattie rolls his eyes.
“You’re the only woman I know who has a closet full of expensive as fuck luggage and prefers trash bags,” he laughs, and I find myself laughing along with him.
“It’s easier,” I mutter.
“You’re going to need more than that if you’re moving in with me.”
“Mattie—”
“What’s worse? Hearing Dad and Mom role play doctor and nurse or risking running into Dom?”
“Doctor and nurse?” I blink. “Which one is the nurse?”
“Depends on how much Dad has had to drink,” Mattie says, rubbing two fingers against his forehead as if to rub out the memories that are hiding in his head.
I literally cringe, imagining what he’s saying. “Eww! Mattie! I didn’t want to know that!”
“You think I did? I’m telling you, Champ, you’re safer at my place. Those two go at it like they just discovered what sex is and are going to fuck themselves into a coma every damn night.”
I close my eyes and physically shudder. “I never wanted to know that, Mattie! Why in the hell did you have to tell me? I don’t need that mental image in my mind.”
“It wasn’t fair that I was the only one,” he responds with a wink.
I give him the middle finger and he laughs, opens his door, and pulls me inside. Even with the newfound discovery that my parents are sex addicts with weird roleplay habits, it is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.
Chapter 5
Dom
Coming awake, my head feels like its going to explode. I keep my eyes closed. This is a familiar feeling. I’ve been like this nonstop since the night I returned home from T’s hospital room after saying goodbye to Thea. I’d like to tell you I have a reason for lying drunk, but the simple truth is, I don’t.
Sure, I feel responsible for T getting shot. I’m also upset because Thea only sees me as a friend—or distant family member. Mostly, I just feel like my life is falling apart and instead of trying to fix it, I seem to make things worse. I’ve seen the looks Dad is giving me. I feel his disappointment with every fucking breath I take. I want to scream at him that it’s his fault. It’s not, though—at least not entirely. Besides, confronting him would open a whole new can of worms that I don’t want to deal with. Slapping the shit out of him and calling him a sanctimonious asshole probably wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do either.