Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Sure as hell looks like something is going on,” he counters, staring at me like he wishes he could choke me right now. The truth is, he probably does. “It looks like my kid sister is sitting too fucking close to a man who is supposed to be patched into the club next week. A man who is also way too fucking old for her, not to mention it’s way past your curfew.”
“Curfew?” Torin asks, and now I’m getting pissed off.
“Yeah, curfew. It’s what kids who are still in school have because they’re underage and shouldn’t be sharing a meal with a fucking prospect who is twice her age.”
“Mattie, stop it right now. He’s not twice my age. Plus, you dickhead, I graduated from high school last week. Although, I can forgive you for not realizing that since you, nor Thea either, could manage to be there,” I huff. I also let him hear how much it hurt me that they didn’t even bother to show up. Normally, I would never let any of my family see when they hurt me. Mostly because the majority of the time, they don’t mean to. Right now, however, I’m hoping to drive home the fact that Mattie did hurt me and divert his attention away from Torin.
“Fuck. You graduated?”
“Don’t act like that. You’re in the group family chat. Plus, I know Mom called you.”
He frowns and then lets out a sigh. “We were on a run and didn’t get back until late. Dad was—”
“Hmm?” I hum, knowing what’s coming next.
“Fuck, Skylar, did Dad miss your graduation, too?”
“Mom was there,” I answer with a shrug. There’s really not much more to say about the matter. It won’t change anything.
“Damn, sis.”
I shrug. “It’s okay, but you need to quit acting like a neanderthal. I had a bad evening because my brother was supposed to pick me up after work and wasn’t answering his phone. He’s kind of forgetful like that. Especially since he’s the one that took my car to the garage and they still have it, even though it was supposed to be done yesterday.” I keep up with the theme of piling on Mattie’s guilt. Besides, it really hurt me, and I want him to know. I actually think I’m being nice. I could add that it was something Mattie could have fixed quickly but didn’t want to be bothered. I huff out a breath. I know I can be bitchy to my siblings. It’s just, I don’t think they see that they treat me like I’m an annoying fly that they swat out of their way quite often. They also don’t realize that I’m not ten anymore. I have legitimate opinions and ideas that are not childish at all—even if they don’t agree with them. I’m no longer their kid sister who begs for them to spend time with me either—even if it would be nice if they offered occasionally.
“Shit, Skylar. I’m sorry. I got held up running patrol yesterday. I didn’t forget, though—at least not this time. I asked Dom to pick your car up. He probably fucked around and forgot. He’s been screwing up more and more lately.”
I let out another sigh. I don’t know if I’m hurt because he passed my needs off to someone else, or if it’s another sign that Dom will never be the man my sister deserves. She’ll never completely let him go—even if she thinks she has.
“It’s done now. But that’s why I had a friend drop me off at the Wolf’s Den so I could get my brother to run me home, because I knew he’d be there.” He might forget about me once in a while, but he always goes to the Wolf’s Den to relax with his brothers in the evening. He never misses that.
“Still not sure why that makes a bad day,” Mattie mutters, still looking at Torin.
“Because, before I could let you know I was there, I ran into my now very ex-boyfriend, Chad.”
“What did the fuckwad do now? You swear you’re done with him?”
“Definitely, seeing as he was balls deep inside Kristine Pomeroy.”
“Jesus.”
“Hm … Anyway, we fought, and he pushed me to the ground and tried to get physical with me.”
“You were there, Joker?” Mattie asks, looking over at Torin.
“He was,” I answer for him. “He kept Chad from hitting me. Then offered to feed me. Given that I’ve been working since early this morning, I agreed.”
I take a breath and spare a glance at Breaker. His face is red, his eyes are glimmering with anger. A small shiver of fear runs through me. When my big brother gets ahold of Chad, the man will be lucky if he’s still breathing afterward.
“That piece of scum tried to hit you?”
“Yes, but Breaker—”
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch. He knows who you are. He knows what hurting you means. I’m going to fucking kill him.”