Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
I was always on the defense.
My brother stepped out of the car, and immediately, his eyes narrowed at me. I gritted my teeth and tilted my chin up. It was a defiant gesture, and I hoped it sent across the message I wanted him to get.
John could fuck off.
He shook his head and looked over at the guy still standing in front of me, deciding I wasn’t worth his time nor energy. It was how most people made me feel these days, so it shouldn’t have hurt.
But it fucking did.
“Jonah, we’ve got to go.”
Jonah arched a brow at him. “I’ve been out here walking for fucking hours to find your little sister, and we’re just going to fucking leave her?”
“I—” I started, but I was rudely cut off.
“She’s been fending for herself for this long, she can continue doing so for a little while longer. Where we’re needed isn’t fit for someone like her.”
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“John?” I asked, actually feeling a little hurt from his crass words. He was just blowing me off. What had happened between us? He used to be someone I could rely on.
Now, my only company was getting high.
He blew out a rough sigh, annoyance flashing through his eyes. “Not now, Montana,” he growled. “Jonah, let’s go.”
What the actual fuck?
What if all I had wanted was just a simple hello from my older brother, my only sibling, the only family I thought fucking mattered? Guess it was just a fuck Montana kind of day.
“I hardly ever get to see you anymore,” I started as Jonah yanked open the passenger door of my brother’s car, “and this is how you fucking treat me?” I snapped at him. Jonah leaned on the roof of the car, watching our exchange silently.
“I said, not now, Montana!” John barked at me.
Well, fuck you, too, John.
The two men slid into the car, and John peeled away from the curve, heading to God knew where. I clenched my jaw, pain slicing through my heart.
My brother was the only person in the world who had the power to hurt me like this, and I fucking hated that he did. Just like everyone else in this shitty ass world, he let me down.
I gritted my teeth, shaking my head, wishing it didn’t fucking hurt so much. I just wanted to be fucking numb to it all.
I pulled a joint out of my pocket and placed it between my lips, not even giving a shit enough to make sure there wasn’t a cop sitting around somewhere. People in jail might treat me nicer.
I snorted at that thought. Fucking pathetic when you thought fuckers in jail were nicer than people in the outside world.
“Looks like it’s still just me and you,” I muttered.
And I lit it up, seeking some relaxation until I could get my hands on something stronger.
2
Montana
My blunt fell from my hand, landing on the concrete between me and Blaze.
Blaze Jackson—the man, the myth, the legend.
Not only was he a successful billionaire with an empire that had locations all over the world, but he was also one of the best fighters I’d ever come across. He did it for the release, not for the money. From what I understood, whatever he made in the ring, he donated to some kind of charity—didn’t know which one.
But he was an enemy of mine, and I was pretty sure he wished I was dead.
A couple of years ago, during a fucked-up high, I thought I could steal a car, drive it for a little while undetected, and then return it. I’d done it before—numerous times, actually.
But I’d never stolen from Blaze Jackson before, and that was where I fucked up. He’d noticed immediately that his precious Ferrari was gone, and instead of calling the cops, he came after me himself. I ditched his car after crashing it into a tree, and he’s had it out for me ever since.
I did my best to avoid him, but avoidance apparently wasn’t happening today.
His blue eyes lit with anger, and the breeze blew his dark hair across his forehead. I swallowed thickly when his muscles bunched with anger.
“You,” he snarled.
“Me?” I questioned, thankful my voice came out strong. I didn’t like showing fear. Fear was weakness. Feeling it would just get me killed. I faced everything head-on.
And I would face Blaze without flinching.
“We’ve got some unfinished business, sweetheart.”
I shrugged. “Care to enlighten me?” I asked, playing stupid. I knew I was taunting him, but I couldn’t help myself. The filter between my brain and my mouth seemed to have dissolved.
He wrapped his hand around my throat and shoved me through the gate off to the side. It was normally locked; I knew that because I walked this street all the time. But for some reason today, it had been left unlocked as if whatever deity existed decided that today would be a great fucking day to have me killed.