Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
My fucking cock springs to life as though it’s got a mind of its own and judging by the devilish grin pulling at Bri’s lips while she grinds her ass against me, she damn well knows it.
I’m just about to take her up on her offer when a booming voice cuts across the property. “Where the fuck are ya, boy?”
My back stiffens as my head snaps up, searching out Riley across the pool. He looks fucking sick, like his whole world is about to come caving in on him. “Who the hell is that?” Bri questions, watching the asshole push his way through the bodies.
“Fuck, stay here,” I say, releasing Bri and stepping around her. “It’s Riley’s dad.”
I start cutting across the yard and I’m not surprised to find Bri walking right behind me, half jogging to keep up with my long strides. “Like fuck you’re leaving me behind, assface,” she mutters at my back. “I lean, you lean, remember? You don’t get to preach that and then leave me behind while you handle your shit. We’re in this together. Your fight is my fight whether you like it or not. If your knuckles are getting bloody, then so are mine.”
I clench my jaw, not having time to deal with this, not if Riley wants to get through this without another broken nose. I’ve had to cover for Riley far too many times due to the abuse his father puts him through, although not quite so much now that Riley’s bigger than the fucker. When he talked back to him, Riley got a black eye, when the team lost a game, Riley got a broken arm, when he accidentally ordered pizzas instead of Chinese, Riley was hospitalized for a week.
And each one of those times, I’ve taken the blame.
Riley hates his father. He’s humiliated by his abuse, and I don’t blame him. Telling everyone your father beat your ass so bad you ended up in surgery isn’t exactly something Riley wants circulating the school. Besides, I don’t want to find out what his father would do if he thought Riley had been telling people. Instead, Riley calls me.
Riley and I beat the shit out of each other all the time. Coming to school with a split lip and stitches across our jaws isn’t news to anyone, so Riley knows to call me. He punches me hard enough to draw blood and the next day, we walk into school together, claiming it was nothing but a spat between friends, and no one even bats an eyelid. Although something tells me the gig is about to be up.
I’ve come face to face with Cory Sullivan plenty of times. He knows exactly what I think of him, and I’m sure he’s not so fond of me, especially since I’m the one who first convinced Riley he was big enough to fight back. I’m sure the first time Riley knocked him out cold came as a bit of a surprise, but at least the beatings seemed to ease after that. Now, Cory saves it for special occasions like when he’s drunk as fuck. Times like now.
Riley looks out to the crowd, desperation and panic in his eyes as he searches me out. I’m only a few feet away, so it doesn’t take him long to find me, and despite knowing he can handle this himself, he still seems relieved to have me ready and waiting at his back.
Cory beats me to Riley, barely able to stand straight on his feet. He’s in a business suit, looking disheveled with his tie pulled loose and his shirt spilling out of his pants. He’s the CEO of some big company and his favorite hobby is taking his shitty mood out on his son.
“The fuck is this?” Cory demands, haphazardly waving his hand around at all the people crowding his home. “You think you can invite your fucking friends into my house for a rager like you own the damn thing?”
Riley’s hands go up, panic in his eyes, trying to defuse the situation before shit gets all too real. “Dad, it’s cool. We’ll take it somewhere else. Don’t make a fucking scene.”
“A scene? Don’t make a fucking scene?” he demands, stepping into Riley and gripping the front of his shirt. “I’ll show you a fucking scene, you good for nothing piece of shit.”
His fist rears back and I hear the audible gasp coming from innocent bystanders as Riley’s eyes widen, more than capable of handling a sloppy punch from his father, but that fact does nothing to take away the years of fear and power this motherfucker held over him.
I go to step in, more than ready to put this asshole in the ground, but a bikini-clad blonde shoots in front of me. “Hey asshole,” she calls, loud enough to demand his attention.