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)
I sat on the bed beside her. “They said we have no proof that they deal drugs. We’re about to be in the perfect place to get it,” I whispered.
Knowing Wolf, he was on the other side of that door, listening.
Her eyes narrowed. “Surely they wouldn’t be that stupid.”
I deadpanned her. “Rogue told you where his stash was.” If that wasn’t stupid, then I didn’t know what was. “No, they’ll hide the drugs, but they will be there, in that house, because Wolf and Rogue actually are drug dealers, Cass.” Unlike us. “But they need to believe they have the upper hand, and we’re beaten. So, we are going to suck it up for now. Eat Rogue’s shit sandwich until we can throw it in his face.”
“God, I hate this.” Cassie buried her face in her hands with a groan. “You know I’m not good at being…well, not me.” It was akin to asking a lion to be a vegetarian. It was only a matter of time before it went on a killing rampage.
Although if Cassie were anything less than psychotic, Rogue would get suspicious. “Okay, just be you. If you’re nice, he’ll know we’re up to something, for sure.”
A smile pulled at her lips. I could only imagine what devious plans she was coming up with.
“For now.” I went to my dresser and yanked open one of the wobbly drawers. “Pack a bag, and expect the worst.”
I crammed a few T-shirts into the bag, and she pushed to her feet. “And what about our—” she air quoted—“‘extracurricular’ activities?”
I felt guilty for being mad at her. Cassie had risked her neck multiple times to help me get money, even before the drugs. Hell, she didn’t have to give me that five hundred bucks for doing basically nothing. And now, she was worried about how this would impact my ability to keep helping my parents.
I eyed the closed door. “We won’t be there for a month. But that five hundred bought me some time. I don’t need to worry for a couple of weeks.” That was a lie. I always worried. Was always trying to get ahead on the debt my dad’s illness had landed my parents in. With people relying on me, I could never afford to come up short or be complacent.
“Okay.” She turned for the door.
“Cass,” I said, and she stopped. “Thank you. For trying to help me.”
“I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” The moment the latch clicked behind her, I collapsed onto the bed and let my shoulders slump.
Even if we found a smoking gun fast, this was going to be horrendous. I imagined all the ways Wolf could hurt me. All the parties, the girls I’d have to watch him flirt with… I inhaled several deep breaths. I grow calmer with each breath I take.
I knew I was going to suffer. What I had to make sure of was that Wolf wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing it.
Six
Wolf
Rogue and I got out of his car and waited in the frat’s drive for Jade and Cassie to pull up. A soft breeze rustled the trees and lifted the flowery scent of Jade’s body spray from my shirt. There was a sense of security in that smell, mixed with crippling loss, but still, I breathed it in. Like a fucking pussy.
Rogue chucked an empty water bottle into the bed of my truck. “Why the hell did she sell that shit to Tommy?”
“Because she wanted you to find out.” And because Cassie was grade-A, batshit crazy.
Jade’s Jeep sputtered onto our street, followed by Cassie’s Honda. Brakes screeched when Jade came to a stop. They had to be worn down to the pad—which wasn’t safe. Not my problem, I told myself. Cassie parked behind her, got out, stormed straight to Jade’s door, and opened it.
I was sure they were both dreading the pending shitshow about as much as I was. Having those two in the house would be nothing short of a nightmare. That, I was certain of. But what else were Rogue and I supposed to do? Just let them get off scot-free? No way in hell. And since we couldn’t resolve the entire ordeal with a good old-fashioned ass whooping, we weren’t left with much choice. At least that was what I’d told myself… “You realize this next month is going to be hell.”
“It won’t be that bad.”
I snorted. “You and Cassie haven’t made it more than twenty-four hours without death threats. You think you’ll survive a month?”
“That’s just foreplay. I’ll fuck her into submission.”
Maybe he could, but that was one thing I wouldn’t be doing with Jade. The image of her naked, pinned beneath me in the bed of my truck, flashed through my mind like a neon sign. Screw memories for being able to make me hard.