Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Several Barrington’s guys shouldered through the crowd. One grabbed Hendrix by the shoulders, and Hendrix busted his nose. The other guys latched onto my brother, and I latched onto them.
Fists swung. Heads butted. Blood splattered. Shit around us broke. Eventually, I was ripped off by Bellamy, while the group of rich guys wallowed on the floor.
“Get outta here, Hunt,” one of the letterman-jacketed pricks shouted, keeping his distance. “We’ll call the cops.”
“Just say the word, Zepp.” Hendrix swiped at the blood on his shirt. “I’ll fuck the little rich boys up.”
The group of guys hid behind their threat like pansy-ass pussies.
These little bitches would call the cops. And we’d end up in jail. Which meant we needed to get the rest of the group and get the hell out of there. I spit a mouthful of blood to the floor. “Where’s my girl?”
One of the guys that had been with Max at Frank’s chicken grinned. “Oh. She decided to stay.”
Bellamy came out of nowhere and gripped my shoulder before I could nail the guy in the face. “Not worth it, dude. Barrington cops...”
I tore away, glancing between Bellamy and Hendrix. “Handle this shit while I go find Monroe.”
I went from the kitchen to the basement to the study, and I didn’t find her—or Harford.
I made my way up the curved stairwell and pushed open the first door I came to. Wolf had a girl perched on the bathroom counter, skirt balled around her waist and thong around her ankles. She screamed, but he kept pumping into her while grinning at me.
“We gotta go,” I said. “Help me find Monroe.”
He picked up his pace. “Give me ten seconds.”
“Now, Wolf!” I shouted, turning away and heading to the closed door at the end of the hallway.
I could barely make out Monroe’s voice telling someone to get off. And my foot went through the door. It swung open on busted hinges, light from the hallway spilling into the dark room.
Harford jumped up from the bed, eyes wide as he backed away from Monroe.
“Don’t touch me,” she slurred. Then did a piss-poor job of sitting up.
Adrenaline zapped through me like a livewire. There were no thoughts, just a roaring in my ears like a freight train.
“You motherfucker!” I rounded the bed and busted Harford right in the temple, and he collapsed to the floor in a heap. The urge to beat that bastard within an inch of his life ate away at me, but I needed to get Monroe out of there.
“Zepp?” She frowned, her eyes half-closed. “Iwannago.” Her words ran together.
I scooped her dead weight into my arms. Pissed that I had let her out of my sight. “We’re going,” I said, heading out of the room with my chest in a vice grip. Knowing there was no way she could have drunk enough to be that messed up.
Wolf was on his way down the steps, face bloodied, and Jade unconscious in his arms. He glanced back at me. “This is fucked up, man. Fucked up.” When we hit the bottom of the stairs, we walked into absolute chaos.
Groups of people were fighting. Beer bottles smashed the walls, girls cried, and Hendrix screamed at the top of his lungs while Bellamy cracked a vase over some guy’s head.
Someone yelled, “Five-O is coming. Five-O.”
“Let’s go,” I shouted to the guys, following Wolf to the door.
Outside, people dashed across the lawn, dropping beer cans and plastic cups. Engines roared, and headlights flashed before cars peeled off in a cloud of dust. The street in front of Harford’s house looked like something out of the Fast and the Furious.
We piled into Wolf’s car. Cop sirens wailed in the distance, and we quickly pulled off amidst the BMWs and Mercedes.
By the time we got back to the house, Monroe was out of it. And Jade was one-hundred percent unconscious. I tucked Monroe into my bed, guilt gnawing away at me. If I hadn’t messed with her about going to that stupid party or hadn’t let her walk away from me…
The image of Harford on top of her played on a loop through my head, and that was when I decided that I was going to fuck up Harford. He would have raped Monroe and gotten away with it. Tomorrow, had she remembered what happened, it would be his word against hers. I couldn’t change what had happened to Monroe, but I sure as shit was going to make sure Harford paid.
That next afternoon, I grabbed my baseball bat, rode back to Barrington, and did exactly that.
12
Monroe
I only awoke because someone clicked on the lamp beside me. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the hula girl lampshade. I struggled through the foggy haze of my mind, trying to remember how I had gotten in Zepp’s room. But a black void of nothingness consumed my memory.