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)
“I need it back.”
“And I need my dick sucked.” His gaze flicked over me before he walked off, enormous shoulders parting the sea of people.
My pulse ticked up, both panic and anger fighting for dominance. Zepp was an ass, and being a bitch to him would get me nowhere, so I swallowed down the urge.
I jogged after him. “I’ll give you a thousand bucks for it.” It was most of the money I had, but it was worth it not to have to deal with Jerry.
He stopped mid-stride, turning to glare down at me. There was a pause, a flicker of curiosity that flashed through his eyes, like he could sense my desperation. “Would it make your life easier if I sold it to you?” There was a mocking tone to his voice that made me want to punch him.
“Obviously.”
“Then, no.” Arrogant bastard. He went to move on, but I grabbed onto his arm.
“Really? Easy cash. And you won’t sell it.”
“Maybe you should be more careful where that knee of yours goes.” He closed in, shoving me against the nearest locker with a bang. He loomed over me, all coiled muscle and raging temper. “You want that car?”
I didn’t like him, but that dangerous energy in such close proximity did something to me that I couldn’t deny. His gaze dropped to my mouth.
“Get down on your knees and suck my dick, then maybe I’ll think about selling it to you.”
My temper went sky-high in an instant. “No car is worth touching your dick.”
“Your loss.” He shoved back from me with a glare before heading down the hall, his boys followed him, people scrambling to get out of their way.
Jade stepped beside me, brows raised.
Then Chase popped over my shoulder, letterman jacket in place. “What was that about?”
People were staring, cupping their hands and whispering.
I sighed, then shook my head and started down the hall. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” he said. “What the hell are you doing talking to Hunt?” Chase was the only guy who would ever get away with questioning me, and only because it came from a good place. Like every other guy in Dayton, he knew Zepp was a complete asshole.
“He has something I need, that’s all.”
Jade shot me a confused glare. “Since when does buying weed include getting shoved against a locker and practically humped?”
“I was not practically humped!” Heat spread over my cheeks, and Jade’s eyes skirted away like she would agree to disagree. “And I’m not buying weed.”
“Moe.” That had been Chase’s nickname for me since we were kids, and I hated it. He clamped a hand on my shoulder, halting my steps. “Please tell me you aren’t messing around with that dickhead.”
“Of course not. Look, just—leave it.” I walked away from both of them, dropping into my English class.
I had until tomorrow night to get that car back, and I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I failed.
3
Zepp
Our house was a constant revolving door of people. Most buying, some selling. And girls... Friday night meant the bass pumping through the speakers was heavier than usual.
Hendrix dropped to the couch beside me, cracking open a beer. “Slut alert.” He cackled into his Miller Lite before Leah Anderson, one of the rich girls from Barrington, slipped onto the couch, then onto me.
Knees straddled my hips while her arms came around my neck. “Hey, Zepp.” She tucked blond hair behind her ear, shoving her tits closer to my face while I stared through her. She was a cheerleader who possessed a level of depth equivalent to a puddle of dog piss. But she was nice to look at, plus, it gave the pricks at Barrington a rise when their girls came over to the trash side of town to be tainted by the bad boys.
“Hey, Zepp?” Wolf’s voice rose over the crowd in my living room. He pushed through a few girls blocking his way. “Got something for you.”
Monroe was right behind him, her cleavage on full display.
I glanced over her ripped fishnets and tight leather skirt, imagining her on her knees. “Decided to take me up on my offer?
“In your dreams. We need to talk.”
I shoved Leah out of my lap, telling her to go up to my room. She hesitated and glanced at Monroe with a well-practiced, prissy-bitch, condescending glare. “He has much better offers than you,” she said, then stood up, and, for a second, I thought Monroe was going to punch her.
“Well, you look like you suck dick like a champ. So yeah.”
People walked between us, laughing on their way into the kitchen. By the time they had moved on, Leah had left, and now it was just Monroe and me.
“Let me guess.” I swiped a cigarette from the table and lit it. “You want the car?”
There was a pause, one where she looked completely put out to be here. “I need it.”