Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 151765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
Kira liked boyfriends. If she didn’t have one, she was freaking, and when she did have one, she was already looking for the next one. Just how she was.
“We’re heading for food. You want to come?”
Kira’s gaze jumped to me.
We were going to Carby’s, a popular fast food franchise in town, and going there was never my choice. I hated the place, but everyone else fucking loved it. I lied, “We’re going to Cohen’s for tacos.”
Her eyes went flat.
Not because of the tacos or because she thought we were going to Cohen’s but because Kira and her friends did not get along with Cohen’s mom. Maybe it was because Cohen was friendly with Theresa Garcia. Theresa and Kira did not mix, and if we were at Cohen’s, damned sure Theresa would show up with her friends, who really didn’t like Kira. It was almost like a turf war.
But again, I was lying and wasn’t surprised when Kira let loose of Alex’s arm and gave a smile before waving. “I think I’m going to catch up to the girls, see if they want to hang.” She caught Alex’s hand just before we were out of arm’s length and pressed up against him, smiling. “Call me later, okay?”
Alex nodded, and then she was off, making sure we were watching as she went. And Cohen and Alex were, so she walked slower, swinging her ass a little more than normal.
“Damn. I want to hit that. Badly.” Cohen whistled under his breath, shaking his head.
Alex laughed before frowning my way. “We’re going to Carby’s.”
We were at my truck and I swung in, tossing my bag in the back. The guys followed suit. Alex took the front. Cohen liked the back when someone else was riding with us, and as I reversed, I shrugged. “Can’t talk if she’s there.”
That got Cohen’s attention. His head lifted, and he leaned forward. “You talking about this afternoon?”
I was eyeing Alex, who was watching the other students leaving as we drove past them.
I answered, “Your cousin.”
Alex looked my way, settling back in his seat. He got more grim, more guarded. “What about her?”
“She knew what we did. Girls have big mouths.”
“Not Ramsay.”
“She’s your family.”
He wasn’t liking where I was taking this. “I already told you. Ramsay won’t say shit. I get what you think of chicks, but she’s not like that. She’s one of us.”
I met Cohen’s gaze in the rearview mirror. He was slowly sitting back again, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. No chick was a part of us. And they all talked.
It was a matter of time.
But I dropped it, and we went to Carby’s. Since I had a fight coming, I had chicken and broccoli.
10
RAMSAY
My cousins lied to me. Fully and outright lied to me.
Clint called me, said they’d pick me up for food, and nope. We were outside a warehouse in the neighboring town, standing in the middle of a crowd of people. These people weren’t normal we’re-going-to-a-concert or we’re-going-to-watch-a-movie type of people. These were heavily muscled, heavily tattooed, heavily scary type of guys and girls who were barely wearing any clothes. Bikini tops with underwear was not that uncommon among some of the women. Some at least had tank tops and miniskirts on, but that didn’t help with how seriously underdressed I was. Throwing on a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers sounded appropriate to wear to grab some food with my cousins.
Because that was what I was wearing, and by the time we hit the front doors, I knew where we were going.
I smacked Clint on the arm. “You lied!”
He laughed, putting an arm around my shoulders and jerking me to his side. “Come on. I didn’t really.”
Alex laughed, angling his head to see me. “Yeah. He said food and we’re planning on getting food inside for you.”
Trenton had to put his two cents in, bumping his arm into mine. “Clint just didn’t say where we were getting food. No lie.”
“Assholes. All of you.” We were at Scout’s fight, and I didn’t know if I was ready to watch him get all hot and sweaty and dirty and rough—good Lord, the sweatshirt needed to go. Plus, this place was heated with the amount of bodies inside along with heaters set up in the corner.
“My man. My men. Hello!” Cohen approached us, giving Alex a fist bump before pulling him into one of those half-hugs guys do. He did this with my other two cousins before stepping back and giving me a reserved nod. “Female Maroney. How’s it going?”
Clint laughed. “Ramsay. Do us a favor and call her Ramsay or she’ll skin our dicks off.”
Cohen’s eyebrows shot up, but he gave a tight nod, also reassessing me. “Noted.”
They talked more, and we headed to the concessions first. Clint made a big deal out of buying me my food and saying, “Promise fulfilled.” Alex and Trenton were laughing. Cohen looked confused. No one explained to him that the joke was on me.