Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Me: Any news?
Jude: A few leads. Nothing solid.
I’m half tempted to take the long jaunt from my front doorstep to Jude’s, if only to keep my thoughts on something else, but take to stalking Gemma’s Instagram instead.
Sometimes it hurts to look at Gemma. She closely resembles Jamie when she was that age. Her Instagram is nothing but perfect selfies, highlighting her best angles all the time without fail. I’m disappointed, though not surprised, to not find any pictures of Willa. Gemma hasn’t posted any pictures tonight.
I’m about to close the app and head for bed when someone tags me in a picture. Since I barely use the app for posting anything and just for stalking people, I frown at the tag. It’s from a kid in one of my classes. Tommy Baker.
“Who knew a Park sandwich could be so hot?”
A Park sandwich?
I open the picture and try to figure out why the fuck I was tagged in it. Two guys are dancing with a scantily dressed chick between them. It takes all of two seconds to realize the guy behind the girl is Spencer and the one in front of her is Dempsey. This wouldn’t be the first time I was accidentally tagged in my family’s bullshit.
They’re obviously at the party Willa was thinking about going to. I’m thankful as fuck she didn’t go because instead of the girl between those two, it’d be her. I can almost promise that.
Though, something about the girl feels familiar.
I travel my gaze up her smooth legs and to her hips, where Spencer is holding on to her tightly, and begin to realize I know this body. Quickly, I snap my eyes to her face that’s partially shrouded in her messy hair. Plump, parted lips peek out behind a few strands.
Lips I know very, very well.
My cock is already filling with blood, thickening and bulging against my boxers. For a split second, I’m half tempted to rub one out just looking at her mouth.
But then it hits me.
A painful blow to the gut.
It’s Willa.
My Willa.
Willa, who’s supposed to be tucked into bed with my sister, far away from parties and my horny family, is sandwiched between my brother and nephew. Not only is she dancing with them, but their hands are on her. She’s allowing this. She’s allowing all of this.
My stomach lurches and bile creeps up my throat.
I’m mistaken.
But after reading a few comments asking who the girl was and receiving my answer, I realize what I’m seeing is the truth.
Willa lied to me.
She told me she wouldn’t go to the party and yet…there she is, grinding her ass against Spencer’s cock. I squeeze my phone so hard in my grip it makes a cracking sound. Only then do I relax my hold for fear of breaking my only proof of what’s happening.
This is Jamie all over again.
I’ve been fucking duped all because I let my heart cloud my judgment.
Is this my destiny? To have this shit happen over and over again until I die?
Apparently so.
Pain lances through my chest and I swallow hard. Despite the anger simmering in my veins, it’s the hurt that’s overwhelming me. The more I look at the picture, the more I realize I’ve been played. I can’t even understand it.
Willa was different.
Or so I thought.
She’s just another young, confused teenage girl who I have no business being involved with.
I’m hit with a barrage of flashbacks. The horror of discovering Jamie was pregnant by my own fucking father somehow weaves its way into the pain I’m feeling now at Willa’s lies and betrayal. I want to crawl into bed with a bottle of cheap whiskey and drown my sorrow and despair.
That’s what I should do.
But there’s a tiny part of me—okay, massive—that wants to shut down the fun for all of them. They’re all underage and probably drinking. God only knows what else.
Before I can second-guess it, I call an old friend.
“Lieutenant Campbell,” Sloane greets in a bored tone.
She’s Park Mountain’s very own cheerleader turned cop. Since she’s a local sweetheart, she gets a lot of crap and is never taken seriously, but I consider her a friend of the family. And since she’s best friends with my “stepmother,” she’s really the only person at the station I can trust to keep our family’s business out of the news.
“I’d like to report a party. A bunch of students drinking.”
Sloane’s chuckle is throaty. I always thought she’d be suited for country singing or something with her velvety voice. “Seriously, Callum?”
Though she finds this humorous, I don’t. “The twins are there. If this gets out…”
“The twins? As in Gemma too?”
I knew that would grab her attention.
“I saw some pictures on Instagram. It’s only a matter of time before it gets back to Dad. And with Hugo’s campaign, it’s just best if you bring them home.”