Raising my nose, I dealt him with my best haughty look. In a proper, stuck-up Brit style. “I don’t think so. You can keep your dick pics to yourself.”
He screwed up his face, as if to say I was no fun. “Do you want to know the name I have you saved in my cell as?”
Bitch, Miller’s brat, who knew. It wouldn’t be complementary. “I’ll pass thanks.”
“Coward,” Hudson chuckled, grasping my chin.
My brows shot sky high, and I removed my jaw from his grasp. “I’m the coward? Really?” My shoulders dropped. “When you want to have a proper conversation, Hudson. Come and find me. Until then, leave me alone.”
“Hudson, hit the weight room, now!” Coach Rutherford bellowed across the field. This distracted him and gave me a chance to turn away.
He was staring over to where the players were leaving the field, and as he turned back, I was walking away.
“Fuck Molly, wait, I’m only playing!”
Looking back over my shoulder with a pang of sadness in my heart. I said, “And that’s where we differ, Hudson. As I’m not.Notanymore anyway. Andnotwith you.”
HUDSON
Fucking chicks and their PMS shit. I thought I was being charming until she shut me down. And to think I had given her some space after freaking out at Nash’s last weekend? It’s like I couldn’t do anything right.
The jury was in. British girls were fucking downright difficult.
It had been a shitty week. I almost fucked my shoulder lifting weights. An attempt to cool my temper after Molly had stormed off after practice. I still hadn’t made my mind up about collecting Dad’s shit from Cranston and now Micah was AWOL from school. He’d missed practice. That never happened, especially when we had a game the following day.
I tried Find My Phone, but he’d taken it offline, another hint that he was up to no good.
As I was leaving campus, I spotted him outside the school, walking along the sidewalk in the opposite direction from home. Micah was wearing his uniform which was rich considering the fucker had missed every single class that day.
I had just pulled my truck out of the lot when I spotted a familiar car in my rearview mirror. My sixth sense had kicked in, and I pulled over to the curb and stuck her in park. The Audi was idling outside the gates of the main campus. I watched as Micah walked over and spoke to someone sitting in the front seat. I knew it was Creed. Icouldn’t be certain from where I was sitting, but it looked like there were two of them in there.
As I laboured there, I watched Micah take a sweater out of his duffle bag and tug it on, pulling the hood over his head. Fucking cloaking himself. As he glanced up and down the street, I hunched down in my seat.
The sidewalk was dotted with students as they poured out from school. Their bodies provided some cover so I could watch undetected.
I mentally scoped out the area. I knew it was Creed’s car as it had the beauty mark on the door I’d carved into it with my house keys. I must admit, I’d been watching my back after threatening Xander at Nash’s. But it appeared he wasn’t there for me.
Ignoring the nods of respect as half of the student body walked past my truck, I continued to watch what was going on through my rearview mirror.
A few groups of students approached the Audi, and I could see money exchanging hands. Anger welled up in my chest at the thought of Creed peddling his shit at my school. I needed to stop that, but how? I was no rat and so couldn’t call the cops.
A vein in my neck started ticking. “I’ll fucking kill him,” I snarled. This time, I meant Micah. I was going to lose my shit with him.
It appeared my brother was more tangled up with Creed’s shit than I had thought. I felt the weight of his lies like a massive chain being draped across my shoulders.
As if I didn’t have enough shit to deal with.
SEVENTEEN
“What thefuckwasthatfor?” Micah bellowed, clutching the bruised jaw I had just connected with my fist.
Pissed off didn’t come close to what I was feeling. I had waited for Micah outside our house and was more than ready to lay his ass out. Reed had pulled his Jeep up the drive, and I waited for all men to leave the vehicle.
I knew Reed and Nix had picked Micah’s lying ass up as he walked home because I’d told them to. Give him less of a chance to light up or snort any shit he had no business taking. I’d never seen him with powder, I just had a shitty feeling.
I went in for another hit, but he dodged it and threw a left hook into my stomach. I doubled over. I hadn’t expected him to fight back so quickly.
And then shit got real as a full-on brawl ensued, right there on the front lawn of our house.
