No Prince Read online Stevie J. Cole, L.P. Lovell

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
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He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly cracked. A few minutes passed before a guttural groan came from the doorway. Zepp Hunt was in his bathroom, jerking off because I’d driven him to it. He could have pushed me for more, tried to fuck me, but he hadn’t. From him, it was almost sweet.

A few moments later, the bathroom light went off and Zepp came back to bed. “Just a fucking kiss my ass,” he said, crawling under the sheets and flipping onto his side before he switched off the lamp.

That night, I fell asleep to the sound of Zepp’s aggravated breaths.

19

Zepp

Monroe had left before I woke up. The girl was making a habit of sleeping in my bed, not fucking me, then bouncing the next morning. And now, I couldn’t get her out of my damned mind.

I swept the red tip of the pencil across the page in a focused attempt. I had spent half an hour trying to mix the colors to match the highlights in her hair. Another fifteen on the ripped fishnets…

My phone vibrated on the table beside me.

WOLF: Found the snitch. We’ll come get you after school.

An hour later, we were hightailing it out of Barrington down the backroads that led to Dayton while the sun set behind the horizon.

“Those snitches are getting stitches.” Hendrix cackled from the backseat, then grabbed my headrest and shook it. “That guy pissed himself right before you nailed him. All over the place like a little bitch.”

Wolf and Bellamy chuckled.

My brother enjoyed fighting. I fought because it was necessary. Dayton wasn’t like Barrington. Money didn’t give you power. Violence did. And the second someone was viewed as weak, they were fucked.

I wiped at the blood splatter on the knee of my jeans, whatever bullshit the guys were carrying on about fading into the background. Had Bellamy not caught wind of that raid, both my brother and I would be in juvie. That piece of shit Barrington kid deserved every punch he had received.

Wolf turned onto the highway. “And then the kid offered us a hundred bucks to leave him alone.” Another round of laughter filled the cabin. “Dumbass.” He leaned over the wheel a little, squinting through the windshield. “Is that...Monroe?”

Halfway down the stretch of road, a bright-orange Pinto sat on the shoulder. Steam billowed from the hood. A redhead leaned against the side, her jean-clad legs crossed over one another and her thumb stuck out. Hitchhiking. She was hitchhiking. Again.

“Goddamn it. Pull over.”

The truck veered off the highway, stopping behind her car. I slammed the passenger door, then started down the patch of litter-strewn grass. Monroe waved at me. Waved and smiled. Oh, she knew I was pissed.

I threw both hands in the air before I got to her, blood pulsing behind my eyes. “Seriously?”

She eyed me up and down. “Did you kill someone?”

“Don’t ignore me. What the hell are you doing?”

“My car broke down. I need to get back to Dayton.”

“So you hitchhiked? Instead of calling me?”

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “It’s not like I don’t know Wolf’s truck.”

I had to squint to make out her car. Her bright-orange, eyesore Pinto. No way she knew it was Wolf’s truck. “Really?” I snatched her wrist, yanking her thumb up. “This was out when we were at the end of the road.” I tossed her hand down, and she immediately folded her arms over her chest.

“Well. You’re clearly busy.” She swept a hand down my frame. “Killing someone, apparently. You know, you really should be less conspicuous.”

She was unbelievable. And stubborn. I stuck a hand into her pocket, and she jerked away, but not before I grabbed her phone. “This,” I shook it in her face. “Use the damn thing, Roe.” Then I shoved it against her chest before striding to the front of the car.

The second I lifted it, steam enveloped me. Leaves covered the engine full of rusted parts and duct-taped hoses. “Holy shit…” The battery was bungeed down with a wire coat hanger. I understood not having the money for the upkeep, but this was beyond ridiculous.

“What?” She glanced over my shoulder. “Is it dead?”

“It should be.” I knocked off a pile of leaves. “What are you trying to do, set the thing on fire? Girls.” Shaking my head, I slammed the hood. “Get your shit outta the car.”

“I can’t leave it here. It’ll get stolen.”

I brushed past her, starting toward Wolf’s truck. “No one wants that piece of shit.”

“Like you wouldn’t steal it.”

Stopping, I thumbed back at the smoking hood. “That is where I draw the line. And I’ll get one of the guys to come to get it.” I continued to the truck, waiting for her to grab her things.

She grumbled when she climbed into the back beside my brother.


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