Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Her eye twitched, and I forced a smile over my face. I would never let her see my hurt.
“Did you like the new paint job on your car? I think it suits you.” I picked up the end of her blond extension, then dropped it. “Trashy. Attention seeking..”
I wasn’t fighting for Wolf. I was fighting for myself. I didn’t need to fight for him. If he actually wanted her, then she could have him. The thought that he might flickered in the back of my mind, but I squashed it and shouldered past her.
As soon as I crossed the kitchen threshold, someone grabbed my hair. A sharp pain tore across my scalp when my head was yanked back. Megan shoved me against the door frame, looming over me with an insane expression on her makeup-caked face.
Right as I balled my fist, popcorn rained down over Megan’s head.
“You wanna pull hair, Megan!” Cassie shouted, her inner crazy clearly bubbling to the surface. “I’ll pull your cheap extensions out all day long.” Cassie grabbed Megan, spun her around, and slapped the absolute shit out of her.
Megan clasped her reddening cheek. “You bitch!”
Cassie cackled before Megan let out a screech and threw herself at Cass.
Within a matter of seconds, shirts had been torn, extensions ripped out. Cassie took off her high heel and chucked it at Megan’s face, leaving a mark on her forehead. Then Megan tackled her to the floor.
I grabbed Megan’s shirt to pull her away. “Let her go, you nut job!”
She lashed out, her nails clawing my cheek. I didn’t know if anyone had even noticed this fight, thanks to the tampon-wielding women giving the guys a run for their money. “Help! Anyone?”
Jesus, Megan was stronger than her scrawny ass looked.
“What the actual fuck?” Wolf’s voice rose above the screams, right before one of his tattooed arms wrapped around Megan’s waist, hauling her off like she was nothing more than a flea-riddled stray.
I knew he was just breaking it up, but the sight of him touching her, looking like he was saving her, fed that little seed of insecurity her words had planted. He dragged her outside, hopefully kicking her the hell out.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it as the blue and red flash of police sirens bounced through the windows. Most of the partygoers scattered. Rogue barked at Cassie and me to go upstairs while he handled it.
A few minutes later, the front door banged close. I’d expected Wolf to come upstairs, but when he didn’t, I went downstairs to check on him.
Both he and his truck were gone. The last I’d seen, he had been with Megan, and now he was missing. He might have just been driving her home, but that, in itself, pissed me off. The girl had slashed my tires, been a total bitch, and gotten into a fight with my friend. In what world did he think it was okay to give the psycho he’d dated, or screwed—whatever he’d done—a ride home? She deserved to be dumped on the street like the feral bitch she was.
I sat in the middle of Wolf’s bed, trying my hardest not to think the worst. Trying to forget the smug smile Megan had on her face when his arm had wrapped around her.
For an hour, I sat watching Maverick and Goose move around their cage—the cage Wolf had bought them. For me.
Even with that reminder, I tore at my thumbnail, trying to convince myself that Wolf didn’t want her, that she was crazy. But he’d told her I was his blackmailed little sister. While that was the truth, the very fact that he’d spoken to her bothered me. Nora, Megan… Did he just have a collection of exes he kept around?
As the minutes ticked by, my imagination ran wild, picturing them together, the stereotypical football player with his blond, busty cheerleader.
By the time the muffled noise of the front door closing came from downstairs, I’d convinced myself that Wolf was just playing me and I was the ugliest person to walk the earth. Footfalls came up the steps before the bedroom door creaked open.
Squishy shot in, zooming straight to the bed and hopping onto it, but my attention was aimed at Wolf. I wanted to control myself, pretend like I didn’t care, but the moment his gaze met mine, the toxic jealousy that had been bleeding through my veins for the past hour leaked out. “Did you have a nice time with Megan?”
Mumbling “shit” under his breath, he rounded the bed and plugged his phone into the charger. “I was not with Megan.”
“You didn’t come back for an hour! I tried to call you five times.”
“I kicked her out, told her never to talk to me again. The cops showed up, thanks to your and Cassie’s bullshit, then got a call—right before my phone died—that Dog had escaped Miss Seaton’s.”