Page 250 of Avenging Angel


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The Rock Chick books were published novels written about all his buds’ courtships (though, not his, obvs).

I know, weird.

But true.

They also apparently stood as warning signals to Raye, Luna, Harlow and me about our futures.

Which would normally lead one to diving right in.

I’d meant to, but what could I say?

I wasn’t a reader.

Topping that, the one I wanted (the one I was shockingly currently with) didn’t want me.

I didn’t confirm I hadn’t read the books.

I didn’t say anything at all.

He hadn’t moved from his cool-scary-guy crossed ankles/arms lean against my car (and I hoped his fine ass didn’t put a dent in my fender, because he was tall and built, and muscle like his had to have some heft to it), so I mimicked him, without the crossed ankles and leaning parts.

Okay, so I just crossed my arms on my chest.

“We adopt one, we adopt all,” he stated. “Raye came into the family, now you’re all under our protection.”

“That’s sweet and all?—”

He interrupted me.

Again.

“It’s not sweet. We’ve been through this shit before. It’s compulsory.”

Compulsory?

Screw that.

I didn’t need some hot guy thinking I was an obligatory pain in his ass.

“Consider yourself let off the hook when it comes to me,” I offered.

He shook his head. “It doesn’t work that way.”

Okay.

I’d had a tough night.

And tomorrow was going to be a tough day.

Jeff wasn’t there, or they were hiding him from me, so I’d continue to bring water, hydration packets, food, clean syringes, bath wipes and the like. My mother was useless (per usual). My father was a piece of garbage (per usual). Therefore, no family Thanksgiving for me, and I loved turkey, and stuffing, and all that shit.

But more, because Mom and Dad were such wastes of space, it was on me to find Jeff.

And the longer it took, the more terrified I got.

So…yeah.

I wasn’t in a stellar mood.

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