Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about Matthew?” She sounds so concerned. She also won’t let me go so I can look at her while I talk to her.
“It’s weird,” I admit because I’m not sure how I feel about it. I didn’t even know they were into each other like that.
“I know but… he’s amazing.”
I smile softly because I agree with her on that.
“So, we’re okay?”
I nod genuinely and hug her arms that hold me tight. “Definitely.”
“Thanks, Immy.” Then she releases me and looks at the dark sky. “Your mee-maw is gonna kill you.”
Matthew passes me another beer and mouths the words, “Fuck it.”
“FUCK IT!” I yell and everyone around me cheers. We all raise our drinks and scream the same two words in a loud chorus.
26 years old
“Did you do this to my car?” I ask politely, trying to remain calm as I face off with the man I swear I loathe.
“Told you I wasn’t gonna pin you,” he replies just as politely and pops a piece of gum into his mouth. He offers me one but I shake my head so he stuffs them back into the pocket of his open leather jacket. He wasn’t wearing this jacket at the funeral, likely out of respect. It’s laughable thinking about him being respectful to anyone. “I meant it.”
I don’t know whether to believe him or not, either way I have no evidence so I nod and continue with my plan.
“Ren,” I call, looking at him over my shoulder. “How long?”
“Couple of hours babe, that’s if we’ve got the parts I think we need.”
“Prognosis?” Kane asks, chewing his gum as he approaches my exposed vehicle.
They speak in mechanical tongue for a short while and Kane’s brows shoot up. I fucking hate how nice looking he is. It doesn’t suit him, it never did. Mostly because it suits him too much. He’s everything a respectable daddy would tell you to stay away from.
Kane shoves him out the way and starts tinkering with the engine. I wait a while, wondering if this is us now. Are we both civil adults that can do this mature shit and be near each other without all the excess?
I almost laugh at the thought of that ever being a reality. Kane and I will never be stable. I’ll always hate him and he’ll always want to hurt me. It’s how we fucking roll.
“It’s gonna take longer than a couple of hours, babe,” Kane calls after a minute. “We definitely don’t have what you need for this piece of shit.” He kicks the wheel and I know he’s doing it to get a rise out of me. “Who’s your old man? Only men with little dicks drive cars like this.”
“That’s what I said,” Ren comments, looking proud of himself and they bump fists like the “good old days”.
“Trust me, his dick works just fine,” I clapback and Kane’s gaze darkens and a muscle pulses in his cheek.
Ren looks away, Kane steps towards me, his hands stained with oil, his nails still as short as they ever were.
“What’s his name?” Kane demands and I can’t tell if he’s trying to call my bluff or if he wants to shoot him in his face.
“Webber.”
“Even his name is dumb as fuck.”
I roll my eyes. “And you’re still the same bully you always were.”
“And you’re still the same flippant bitch.” Kane pulls his keys from his pocket; he doesn’t bother waiting for a reaction he knows he’s not going to get. “I’ll drive over to Leander and see if they’ve got the part we need.” He looks me up and down with a new look that I can’t decipher. “You coming? I think we’ve got some shit to talk about.”
I laugh humorlessly. “Get in your shit Challenger and go fuck yourself.”
“Now, now children, let’s not get nasty with each other,” Ren says around a genuine laugh. “This ain’t high-school. We’re all adults here.”
“Shut up, Ren,” both Kane and I chorus.
I glare at Kane as though it’s his fault we both spoke together, but he just winks at me, still chewing that gum in his mouth.
Finally, after staring at me for the longest fucking time, he utters, his tone strong, “You look amazing, Imogen. Seeing you now, can’t believe I ever convinced you to suck my dick all those years ago.”
I yank my mace from my bag, cover my eyes with my arm and listen as the hiss of the canister is soon covered by his pained roar.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he screams as his buddies fall about laughing.
“I’m so glad I didn’t choose that flavor pain,” Ren chokes, tossing his friend a bottle of water. Kane scrubs his face with his oily hand while pouring the crystal-clear fluid over his face. It drenches every part of him, making what’s visible of his black band T-shirt between the zippers of his leather jacket cling to the muscles of his chest.