Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“You really are a psycho. You know that, right?”
“And you really are getting off easy…”
Easy? This guy had to be joking. “You slashed my tires and broke into and vandalized my house within twenty-four hours. That’s a felony and a misdemeanor. You fucking nut job!”
All he did was smile. And that smile was devastating—because I was evidently a nut job, too. I gripped the steering wheel, trying to focus on something, anything but how hot he looked and how crazy I was.
“You know, I was sane before I met you.”
“That makes two of us,” he said. Bullshit.
My car rocked, tearing my attention from Bellamy.
“Been saving this all day.” Hendrix clambered onto my trunk, immediately whipping out his dick.
“What the hell—” But the rest of that sentence was lost when a stream of piss splattered over my passenger seat. I grabbed the handle to throw open my car door, but Bellamy’s massive frame blocked my exit.
“Let me out, right now, Bellamy!”
Piss ricocheted off the leather, droplets splashing my arm. Bellamy just smirked at me, refusing to move. My temper skyrocketed. With a growl, I shoved to my feet, climbing over my seat and onto the trunk. I snatched Hendrix by the ankle. “Get off my car!” I yanked hard enough that he lost balance and toppled off the car on a scream.
Good, I hoped that hurt. With any luck, he’d get road rash on his junk.
“The hell, man!” Hendrix shot up, holding his head, dick still out. A trickle of blood fell down his temple. “She just cracked my skull.” Hendrix rounded the back, still clutching his head when he stopped beside Bellamy. “And that is the reason I wanted to set her car on fire!”
Set my car on fire. Oh, that was taking this too far. I slid off the trunk, not even caring that my dress had ridden up around my waist. Then I jabbed Hendrix in the chest. “I hope you get a concussion. Not like you had any brain cells to lose anyway.”
Both guys stared at me like I’d just grown two heads with horns.
I stormed off across the parking lot, taking out my phone so I could call someone to come pick up my poor car.
“Holy shit!” Nora ran up beside me, skidding to a stop. “What are you doing? They’re insane, Drew you can’t egg them on!”
“Nora, he pissed in my car! Not like I was just going to sit there and watch.” And I may very well get murdered over it, but what the hell could I do now?
* * *
Nora offered to take me home. The entire drive she rambled about how awful Bellamy and Hendrix were, making Hendrix’s brother, Zepp, out to be nothing short of a complete monster who belonged behind the bars he’d evidently been placed behind.
I directed her down my street and to my drive, and when she pulled in, she gasped. “Holy. Shit. Your house is massive.”
I stared past the manicured lawn to the brick home. Between both my parents, I’d lived in god knows how many big houses. Each time I came to visit them from boarding school, I missed my shared dorm with Genevieve. That was home. This—this was miserable, which was why I had spent more time at Olivia’s than my dad’s since I’d arrived.
“You wanna come in?” I asked as I climbed out.
Beaming, she hopped out of the car and followed me to the front of the house. Then I remembered that the entire house was still destroyed, and I froze. It was too late now, I’d already invited her in.
“So... The house is a bit of a mess.”
“I don’t care.”
“Yeah, well...” I shoved the key in the lock.
The door swung open to the empty foyer. The Several holes in the wall where artwork once hung. I glanced in the living room, surprised to see that everything was gone. All the broken furniture had been removed, leaving behind only the chandelier and a rug.
“So, we’ll have to go up to one of the spare rooms if you want to watch TV.” I started toward the stairs, and Nora strayed behind me, mouth agape as she took in the carnage.
“What happened?”
“Break in.”
She stopped on the bottom step, her eyes widening. “Holy shit, they took everything.”
I didn’t have the energy to explain that they had, in fact taken northing, and now that I thought about it, that was weird. They sold weed. Surely they’d hock a TV? But I had a feeling Bellamy just wanted to send a violent message.
Halfway through an episode of Sex and the City that I’d seen a thousand times, my phone dinged.
Dickhead: Just so you know, I spent my time in the slammer beating one out to the thought of what I was gonna do to you when I got out
Me: You get off on breaking into people’s houses and scaring them with a baseball bat?