Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“And then?”
“I told him if he touched me again I’d send every Hoodlum in Hood River, my dad, his ex-convict best friend, and my psychotic boyfriend to take turns breaking the bones in his body.”
I snort out a laugh. “Oh, beautiful, you’ve been hanging out with me and T too much.”
“It worked,” she sasses. “He looked terrified. Then I ran into you.”
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I read the text she sent.
Charlie Girl: Wes tried to kiss me. I clawed him and threatened major bodily harm.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Next time I see him, I’m going to deck him again.”
“Again?”
“Let’s just say this isn’t the first time this fucker has tried to hurt one of you Hoodlum girls.”
“Roux…” Her blue eyes flash with worry. “Is she…did he…”
“She’s fine. I stopped what he planned. Roux doesn’t want Roan or Jordy to know. If they do, they’ll kill him and wind up in prison. Can you keep a secret, loser?”
She smirks. “I can. I find you oddly calm, though. What are you planning, Mr. Hutton?”
“Revenge,” I state simply. “The kind that takes a little time and research, but tastes sweet in the end. Speaking of sweet. Mom wants us to pick up some stuff for Thanksgiving on Thursday. Your dad and Penny still coming?”
“Yeah. Thanksgiving will be different this year not spending it with Mom, but now that Dad is dating Elise, it’ll be weird for him to show up at Aunt Karen’s.”
“Oh great. Elise is coming?”
“Unfortunately. Will your parents be okay with that?”
“Mom is nice to everyone, but Elise isn’t known in this town for having the best reputation. Her dad once tried to sue mine over his campground. As soon as Dad finds out her last name, I can’t promise he’ll be welcoming.”
“I’ll warn my dad,” she assures me. “Maybe he’ll leave her at home. She’s like the cheaper, bitchy version of my mom. Same hair. Same height. Same body build. I’m embarrassed for Dad. I don’t think he even sees it.”
“Some friend Jace is.”
She laughs. “This didn’t happen on Jace’s watch when they went out. Dad met Elise at the country club when he was playing golf with the mayor. Jace says she’s an uppity bitch with whore tendencies.”
“And what did Garrett have to say about that?” I ask, amused at Jace’s bluntness.
“That at least he’s getting laid.”
“Fucking burn.”
“Yeah, so that’s gross. Let’s talk about something other than Dad’s love life.”
While Charlotte chatters on about her grades, I think about something more pressing. Wes. He tried to kiss my fucking girl. As soon as I send this girl home, I’m going to seek out Terrence and we’re going to pay that fucker a visit.
“Can we just beat him to death?” Terrence whispers. “It’d be much easier.”
“And have him coming out looking like an innocent victim? Fuck him. We’re doing it my way,” I grunt out. “Give me a boost.”
He sets his baseball bat down beside mine in the flower bed. I’ve managed to find the only window not locked at Wes’s house. It just so happens to be the one above the kitchen sink, which is too high to climb in by myself. I push the window up and then Terrence hoists me up. It takes some maneuvering to get myself through the window and not make noise, but eventually, I crawl through. I land quietly on my feet and then let Terrence in through the back door.
He holds our bats while I fish out my phone, looking for the flashlight. His kitchen is clean, as is the living room. Evil men hide their secrets, so I head straight for the room I know is his office. We slip inside and I make my way over to the desk. It’s locked, so I have to use my new pocketknife—thanks Zayne—to jimmy it open. Once I pull out the drawer, I find stacks of printed pictures. Of girls in his class from his desk, obviously discreetly taken. I come across a bunch of Roux that boils my blood.
“Fucking sicko,” Terrence growls.
There are plenty of Charlotte, which has me pissed as fuck.
At the bottom of the stack are pictures of some girls I’ve seen around school. Freshmen. There are naked pictures of some of them that he obviously took. Even a few sexual acts.
I snag the handful up and stalk toward his bedroom where the door is shut. The urge to beat the fuck out of him is strong. Moans resound from the other side of the door. Slowly, I twist the knob and push open the door.
Flipping my camera to record, I point it toward the bed and then hit the lights on.
“What the fuck?” Wes bellows, rolling away from the girl he’s fucking.
Sure enough, one of the girls from the stack of pictures—a fucking freshman—is sprawled out on the bed, eyes wide with shock.