No Good – Dayton Read Online Stevie J. Cole, L.P. Lovell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
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We placed our orders, and ten minutes later, a feast of greasy food turned up on the table. From the looks of which I was not sad I’d stuck with ordering just a milkshake.

I plucked the cherry from the thick whipped cream, cringing when Max threw an arm around Nora’s shoulders. I wanted to rip it off and drag her out of here. Even before I knew what I now did about Max, I thought she was too good for an arrogant rich boy like him.

Jackson glanced up from the phone he’d been paying attention to for the past five minutes. “Davis said he’s down. That makes eight of us.”

“We’re so gonna beat their asses.” Max laughed, rubbing his hands together before he picked up his fork.

God, boys and testosterone. “Whose ass are you beating?” I asked, sucking the milkshake through my straw.

Jackson’s typed out a text before he shot a sick grin at me. “West and his boys.”

Oh, this was not good. Granted, I could see why they’d feel the need for the backup, but it seemed wrong. Unfair. “That seems kind of barbaric,” I said. “I mean, aren’t you guys above that?”

Max turned his attention to me. “So, I mean, what’s the deal between you and West, Drew?”

“Nothing?”

“Not what I heard.”

Jackson shifted, stuffing the rest of his greasy sandwich into his mouth before shoving his plate away. “Whose side are you on, anyway, Drew?”

“No one’s. I just think fighting is stupid.”

Jackson’s phone beeped again, snatching his attention from me. “Davis said he’d meet us over in Paradise Valley at ten. Sheridan said all the losers are over at Hunt’s house.”

The guys kept talking about beating up the Dayton trash, and with every backhanded comment they made about Bellamy, my agitation grew. After a few minutes, I excused myself to the bathroom. Because this was bullshit.

The minute I closed the door to the grubby stall, I took out my phone. Maybe my loyalty should have been to Olivia and Jackson, but eight on three just seemed shitty. I had no idea who I really trusted anymore, but something always pulled me back to Bellamy, no matter how stupid it might be. I couldn’t not warn him.

Me: Just a heads up...Barrington are going to turn up at Hendrix’s house later to, and I quote, “beat your ass”

Dickhead: Yeah?

Dickhead: And how do you know that?

God, he was a dick. Couldn’t just take the warning.

Me: Does it matter?

Dickhead: If you’re with him—yeah.

Me: I told you I’m not fucking him!

Dickhead: Doesn’t matter.

Possessive was not even the word.

Me: Just be careful.

Dickhead: Come on, baby girl. Tell me you don’t think he could actually beat my ass.

Me: Don’t think they’re planning one on one, Bellamy

When I went back to the table, two more Barrington guys had shown up. I ordered a plate of fries, just to stall Jackson and those guys a little longer, hoping maybe Bellamy’s idiot self would change his mind and leave Hendrix’s house. Although, really, I knew he wouldn’t abandon Hendrix.

I’d just shoved the last of Waffle Hut’s godawful fries into my mouth, feeling like I may puke, when the bell over the door jingled.

“Aw, hell.” Max grinned, nodding toward the door. “Looks like we’ll get to it earlier.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Bellamy, Wolf, and Hendrix standing in the doorway. Fists balled by their sides, and Bellamy’s angry gaze homed in on me.

How the hell did Bellamy know where we were?

“Heard you gotta problem with me, Bennett?” Bellamy jerked his chin up. “Wanna beat my ass?”

“You told him, Drew?” Jackson shook his head, swearing under his breath.

“Not like that’s a secret!” I directed my glare toward Bellamy. I helped him out, and he dropped me in it.

“She doesn’t have shit to do with it,” Bellamy said, pushing up his sleeves.

Olivia glared at me. “Seriously? You’re loyal to the trash you’re fucking now, Drew?” Her gaze dragged over me, shifting into the way she looked at everyone from Dayton. Like I was beneath her.

Hendrix took a step forward. “Pissed that Bell face-fucked your girl, Bennett?”

And on that comment, Jackson shot out of the booth, followed by Max. The other two guys moved down the aisle behind them.

“Your dumbass didn’t learn your lesson the first time?” Wolf said, glaring at Max.

Hendrix nudged Wolf, bouncing on his feet like a puppy. “They think they’re gonna whoop our ass, Wolf. Because we don’t have baseball bats this time.” He tossed his head back on a cackle. “Dumb shits.”

Bellamy moved to the front, drumming his fingers over one of the empty tables. “I tell you what, Bennett. You get on your knees right now like the little bitch you are, and I won’t beat your ass for talking to my girl.”

That should have pissed me off because I was absolutely not his girl. But damn if it didn’t turn me on. Because it was possessive and arrogant and everything bad boy.


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