Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I got an A on our algebra test,” Roan says, grinning at me as we leave the school and head toward my Mustang.
“Seriously?” I nudge him with my shoulder. “I guess we’ll be celebrating tonight.”
His smile widens. “Someone looks like he wants to suck dick when we get to my place.”
“I was thinking in the ’Stang,” I say, waggling my brows. “While you drive us home.”
I toss him the keys and he catches them, laughing. We’re so focused on one another that we almost miss the squeal of tires. I’m suddenly shoved behind Roan.
“Stay back,” he warns.
A piece of shit Maxima rolls to a stop and some big, scary thug looking dude jumps out. He charges right for Roan, swinging at him. The guy misses him the first time, but his knuckles crack against Roan’s face, making his head swing back. It takes a second for me to leap into action. I jump on the dude’s back, putting his thick neck in a headlock. I’m able to distract him enough he focuses on me and not Roan. We fall back and his weight just about knocks the air out of me. He shakes me off and is back on his feet. Roan’s ready for him and punches him hard in the gut.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Alejandro?” Roan demands, dodging another hit.
Oh shit.
The dude who put a gun to Roan’s head.
This guy is dangerous.
“I’ve come to kick your ass,” Alejandro roars, throwing punch after punch at Roan. Several hit him, sending a dazed Roan falling back.
Alejandro reaches for the back of his pants when Roan hits the pavement on his ass. I don’t wait, I tackle this motherfucker again. His gun falls out of his pocket, clattering to the ground. He punches me hard in the stomach, making everything turn black. I’m yanked off him, but it’s by Roan. He’s protecting me.
I hear guys yelling. The Hoodlums. They’re charging for us like fucking gladiators with Jordy leading the charge.
“Fuck,” Alejandro grunts. He scrambles up and runs to his car. In seconds, he peels out and hauls ass out of the parking lot.
“Get him,” Jordy yells to Cal and Terrence.
Those two bolt for Cal’s truck and tear out of the lot after him. I turn in Roan’s arms and hug him tight. Our hearts are pounding hard in our chests in tandem. He squeezes me until I can barely breathe.
“What the hell happened, man?” Jordy demands, pacing beside us like an angry bull.
“I don’t know,” Roan grumbles. “Just showed up and stared beating the shit out of me.” He pulls away and takes my face in his hands. “I told you to stay back.”
“And let you get your ass beat all by yourself?” I volley back. “Fat chance.”
“Dumbass,” he mutters not unkindly. His lips press to mine. “That was so stupid, but kind of hot too.”
“Seriously, man? I’m right here,” Jordy grunts.
“It was hot?” I ask, astonished.
“Seeing you try to beat that thug’s ass to defend me. Hell yeah.”
We kiss, uncaring that we have Jordy as an audience. He mutters about us being freaks, but that’s the extent of his displeasure.
“Oh, look,” Jordy says, “the fucker left me a present.”
I pull away from Roan to look at Jordy. He holds Alejandro’s gun in the palm of his hand.
“Maybe we should go to the river and dump it,” I suggest. “You’re great at tossing things into the river.”
Jordy snorts. “Careful, rat. You keep that smartass attitude up and I might actually start to like you.”
Roan winks at me.
Holy shit.
I think I just somehow earned points with my boyfriend’s psycho best friend who tried to kill me.
Roan
“He’s so hot,” Roux says loudly on her phone, talking to Charlotte. “So hot. Oh my God, I think I’m going to die.”
Girls.
They’re so annoying sometimes.
As she babbles about Kayden—because that’s all she talks about—I try to decipher Jordy’s instructions he texted to me on how to make his “real” tacos. I’m not even sure if I bought all the right ingredients. My phone buzzes and it’s from the asshole himself.
Jordy: Any word?
Me: Nope.
Jordy: I have Renaldo on it.
I don’t like Jordy owing Renaldo shit, especially because of me.
Me: What’s Renaldo going to do?
Jordy: Tell him to back the fuck off.
Me: At what cost?
Jordy: Does it matter? Anything for you and Roux.
It’s been days since the Alejandro shit, but I’m still completely unnerved by it all. Tonight is date night for me and Hollis. I’d hoped to cook Roux a nice meal before taking her over to hang out with Charlotte. Looks like we’ll be having grilled cheese. The one—and only—good thing about having a boyfriend who won’t fucking eat is I don’t have to take him to dinner. He isn’t interested. We go to a lot of movies instead.
Someone knocks on the door. I frown, wondering if Hollis decided to come early to pick us up. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I head for the front door. I peek through the window and see a familiar face.