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I ball my fist and bring it straight to his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”
“She’s fucking toast, man. Let me have her.”
I roll my neck, breaking up the tension before shoving my palms to his chest, sending him crashing into a few bodies behind him.
“What the fuck, Cromwell!”
I just shake my head at him, teeth grinding.
I walk behind the counter and reach up, grabbing Elodie by the waist. I then slowly lower her feet to the floor. “Fun’s over, Freckles.”
“Hey,” she mumbles. “I was dancing.” Her words slur and the stench of liquor rolls off her breath.
She sways to the left, then to the right, but I steady her with my hands still on her waist. “I’m taking you home.”
In an instant, she spins around to face me with a smoldering glare. “Like hell you are. I’m staying here with my friends.”
Aiden appears out of nowhere and I’m curious if he’s been watching this shitshow too. “Let her stay, man. She’s having fun.”
I glower at him, my jaw set. Since when are my best friends suddenly so interested in my stepsister?
Aiden tosses his hands in the air and doesn’t argue. “Does she need a ride?” he asks, so sure that I’ll actually pass her over to him and let him drive her home.
“No, she doesn’t need a ride,” I stammer. “I’ve got her. Now fucking go.”
I’m not sure why I’m so annoyed right now but something about my boys watching Elodie dance on the counter rubs me the wrong way. The fact that everyone was watching her, looking up at her panties, touching her legs, sends a raging inferno inside me.
“Rome,” Elodie chokes out. “I don’t feel so good.”
Jesus Christ. “Okay, come with me.” I lead her through the back doors in the kitchen, while everyone we pass by assesses us.
“You taking off, Cromwell?” I hear someone say in the distance. I just nod, getting a few pats on the back and a couple see ya laters. Pretty sure I even heard someone say something along the lines of, He really does get all the ladies, even the ones who live in his house.
The second we hit the deck, Elodie runs to the side and begins vomiting profusely over it. A couple stragglers follow us out the door, and it isn’t until I’m crossing the deck to Elodie that I realize one of them is Abby.
Music and laughter from the yard below ring in my ears, and at this point, I’m just ready to fucking leave. I came here to have a good time, maybe fuck with Elodie a bit, but now that she’s inebriated, it’s not even fun. I did get my dick sucked, so it’s a typical Willow Creek party.
I train my eyes on anything but Abby, since I prefer her to think I don’t even notice she’s there, but she speaks anyways. “Why are you helping her, Rome? You said yourself, she’s a stuck-up bitch who thinks she does no wrong.”
Not exactly what I said, but close. Shows how well Abby pays attention. I’m pretty sure my words were just, Elodie is a bitch. And I stand by that. Me helping her right now has nothing to do with my hatred toward her. It’s simply a matter of getting her out of here before someone takes advantage of her and I’m forced to choke the life out of them with my bare hands. In which case, I’d go to prison and I’d probably blame Elodie for that, too, because she doesn’t know how to control her-fucking-self.
“You ready?” I ask dryly at Elodie’s side.
She lifts her head for a moment, her fingers wrapped around the ledge of the deck. Then she opens her mouth and throws up some more.
I turn around, putting my back to the railing with my hands held to it behind me.
Abby takes slow steps forward until she’s directly in front of me, her hands on my sides. “Come on, Rome. Just forget about her and leave with me.”
I look past her and see Gage in the yard with an ice pack on his eye. I should feel sorry for the fucker, but I don’t. If anything, I wanna blacken the other eye just to teach him a lesson. Elodie is off-limits, to him and everybody else. And they are about to find that out very soon.
“Rome,” Abby says again, and I’m getting really tired of hearing my name come out of her mouth.
“What?!” I huff. “What the fuck do you want, Abby?”
Her hands drop from my sides and she takes a step back. “Wow. So that’s how it’s gonna be?”
I throw my hands up. “How’s what gonna be? We’re not a couple, Abby! Hell, I don’t even think we’re friends. So please tell me what the hell you want from me.”
