Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
I don’t think that’s the reason he’s hard, but by all means. If he wants to hunt me next time, I’ll happily oblige.
“Focus, man,” Jude says.
“You fuck off, both of you.” Preston’s still moving in place, as if he can’t stay still. “I’ll arrange the cleanup and watch some security footage.”
“Find out how he managed to trespass on this place, Pres,” Kane tells him.
“Not important.” Armstrong laughs, walking away with a spring in his step. “Not fucking important.”
“Get your dick sucked,” Jude shouts after him. “Don’t go fucking crazy.”
Yeah, that won’t be happening.
Preston getting his dick sucked, I mean.
I narrow my eyes on Jude, considering the best way to bash his head in without being killed by Kane.
Then I decide it’s not worth risking my life.
Not now, when I’m getting all sorts of ideas about my fairy prince.
And none of them are nice.
I consider following him, but I have little time until I need to leave.
“He’s going to do something stupid and probably get himself killed,” Jude mutters to his captain. “We should stop him.”
Kane runs up behind Preston and hits him on the nape with the gun.
The laughter comes to a halt as Preston drops to his knees, then falls forward, unconscious.
Every hair on my head stands on end as I watch the scene.
Did his supposed best friends just knock him out?
Not that I’m judging, but maybe I am.
“Well, that definitely stopped him.” Jude crosses his arms over his chest, standing close to Preston. “He’ll fuck you up when he wakes up. You know he hates being knocked out.”
Huh.
Now, I’m contemplating how to beat the shit out of that little bitch Davenport without Jude tearing me limb from limb.
“Then he should’ve controlled his animal side better,” Kane says. “I won’t clean up his messes.”
“You have a point.” Jude searches his surroundings. “Who do you think that was?”
“I don’t know, but we need to find and eliminate him.” Kane sheathes his gun and lifts Armstrong by the arm. “Help me carry him back.”
“What a nuisance. Always a damn fucking baby,” Jude grumbles as he rips off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around Preston’s arm wound—that he inflicted upon himself in his stabbing frenzy.
Then Jude takes his time to carefully lift Preston.
I narrow my eyes on the motion but mostly at the seemingly practiced moves they both use as they start to drag him away.
My steps are careful as I follow them from afar, their voices getting fainter by the second.
“You think it’s one of those motherfuckers?” Jude asks, a strange type of emotion intertwining with his voice.
Protectiveness? Rage?
“No. They wouldn’t dare touch him as he is now.”
“He went crazy, Kane.” Jude’s voice rises a bit. “He rarely ever lets himself slip that far now that he’s had himself under control for so long. What if they’re targeting him again?”
“Simple. We’ll maim every last one of them and let him bathe in their blood.”
“Every last one of them.” A smile laces Jude’s words. “We might need a list. Your favorite.”
Who are they and them?
Other than me, who the fuck dares to target Armstrong?
I don’t like that.
At all.
Only I get to fuck with his head.
8
PRESTON
Me
Guess where I am?
I’m glad you asked! Late-night skating in the arena all alone. I’ll grace you with my company, so come on over, bitches!
Kane
Can’t tonight.
Boo. You’re with Debby, aren’t you?
Kane
Her name is Dahlia.
Nobody cares. Bros before hoes, Kane, ever heard of that?
Kane
She’s not a hoe. Don’t make me punch you in the dick, Pres.
So scared. Not. @JudeCallahan, where are you, man? Let’s play! We’ll send pussy-whipped Kane a video of us kicking ass. Oh! Hold on, changing Kane’s name to that in my contacts while I still remember.
Jude
I’m not available, Pres. I’ll take a rain check.
Hey! The fuck is wrong with you two? Want me to revoke your friendship rights, is that it? Prepare to have the most boring life ever without me.
Kane
Stop being dramatic.
I’m the dramatic one for wanting to skate before tomorrow’s game like we ALWAYS do? Oh, I’m sorry, did I perturb your fuck-fest, Kane?
Jude
There’s no fuck-fest. Couldn’t you tell from how grumpy he was during practice these last couple of days that they’ve been fighting?
Hallelujah! Diana is not good for you, Kane. She’s the Wolves’ spy, remember?
Kane
Just because she went out with Osborn for two weeks doesn’t make her their spy.
Sure does. Isn’t that right, Jude?
Jude
Possibly reaching.
You’re supposed to say “You’re totally right, Pres. Nice catch.” I’ll forgive you for your insolence if you join me. Everyone knows I’m the entire circulatory system of the party.
Jude
It’s just life of the party.
No, I circulate vibes. Anyway, what the fuck are you even doing without me, big man?
Jude
Something.
Something I wasn’t invited to? I’m so offended right now.
Kane
He’s probably just watching Violet sleep.
Oh! Violetta? The pretty girl with copper hair and killer skin who’s sleeping at the hospital? I wanna join.