I don’t think I’d ever been this much on. All my muscles tensed, stuck somewhere between fight or flight. I just didn’t know which this situation called for.
Tanner, prick that he was, jumped up and yelled, “Fuck yeah,” while pumping his fist in the air.
I could’ve fucking shot him right then and there. Was tempted to shoot Mannix when he came out of the restaurant, dragging a reaper. Why? Why the fuck not? Apparently, we were stuck in a real life version of a fucked up video game with crazy bitches mowing down people on the street. Besides, if someone needed to get shot, a bullet wound I could handle. That shit was normal. Killer cars… what the fuck did I do with that?
And then the driver and passenger got out.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
My eyes immediately narrowed on the passenger, who was losing her mind, yelling and screaming at the driver. Naomi-fucking-Prescott. The mayor of Ashen Springs daughter, and the most entitled, stuck up bitch I’d ever met. The first time I met her, I was stunned by her beauty. Literally. I stood in my tattoo parlor gawking at her like a moron. The girl was built like every red-blooded heterosexual man’s fantasy. Long legs, full perky breasts, curves in all the right place, with bright green eyes and long blonde hair. My dick hadn’t been that hard in years. Until she opened her mouth.
In two seconds, I went from wanting to bend her over my counter, to wanting to slap the shit out of her. She did find herself bent over my counter, but not for the reasons my dick preferred. I taught that spoiled brat a lesson and sent her crying home to daddy. I thought that would be the end of it, until I somehow got suckered into a double date and the bitch maced me. My lips curled at the memory of our last encounter…
Still dripping from my fall in the pool, I stormed my way through the house. How the fuck did I get talked into this shit? Oh yeah, I did the one thing my old man told me to never do, walked in on a gaggle of prissy bitches plotting some shit. One of whom was my niece, Riley. Never could say no to that girl.
Tanner, of course, thought this shit was funny as fuck. Prick pretty much volunteered me for the job. Turned out that job was a double date with the queen of fucking Sheba and her idiot sidekick. The real kicker was seeing my niece’s best friend walk through that door. I’d known Shelby since she was knee high and now this pretty boy fuck-wad had his hands all over her?
Logan Hudson was the kind of guy I’d kill for looking at Riley too long. A mini-Tanner, complete with a charming smile and active dick. Now, he was prancing Shelby around on his arm, with a stupid grin on his face. We’ll see how fucking smug he was when I was done with him. First, I was going to deal with the cunt that maced me.
The second I charged through the front door, my eyes zeroed in on Naomi’s swaying hips. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out the girl was a succubus sent to tempt men into sin. One whiff of her perfume and my dick was begging to be let out. I was thirty-four fucking years old. I should have control of my shit, and I did, until Miss. High and Mighty showed up. It felt like I was a teenager again. Worst fucking time of my life. Dick popping up at random times like he was saying, ‘Hey fucker, I’m here.’
Naomi sauntered past my hog and flicked her hair over her shoulder. My mind instantly connected the two, sending me images of the blonde naked and panting on the back of my bike. It was time to nip this shit in the bud. Fuck this bitch.
I charged after her and loudly growled, “You didn’t think it would be that easy did you, Princess?”
“Seemed pretty easy to me,” Naomi spun around with her hand on her hip. “Run along Mr. Mathers, you already lost.”
God fucking damnit, my formal name never sounded so hot.
“Oh Princess, I didn’t lose shit.”
She waved her finger over my eyes, “Your red eyes would disagree.”
My face dropped at the smug grin on hers.
“Tell me, am I the first girl to make you cry, or do you huddle alone in your bed, sad and desperate for human touch?”
This stuck-up little bitch was about to meet the back of my hand. Let’s see how much that snide glint in her green eyes sparked then.
“You remember what I said would happen the next time you ran your mouth?”
After I taught her the lesson her daddy should’ve, I told her if she shot me attitude again, she’d get my belt.
Naomi’s pouty lips tightened in a frown, “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“You can’t seriously–”
I stepped in, cutting her off by getting right in her face. “One more word, and you’ll find out exactly how serious I am.”
When she lifted her chin defiantly, it was my turn to give her a cocky smirk because I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut. Prissy bitches like her never could, and I was itching to show her just how insignificant she really was.
Her lips parted, “You–”
