She twirls a strand of hair around her finger, shrugging like she’s bored. The innocence in her expression is fake, and it only pisses me off more.
In one step, I’ve got her by the throat, slammed against the door.
“I said, what the fuck is going on?” I snarl, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and claw at my wrist. Her eyes widen, panic replacing that smug little act.
Before I can tighten my grip again, Drifter and Slayer are on me, one hauling me back by the shoulders, the other prying my hand from her throat.
“Clay, leave it,” Drifter orders.
Red stands between me and Brandy.
“Move out my fucking way, Red.”
“You’ve got bigger issues to sort,” she snaps, as she points towards the stairs. “If you don’t get up those fucking stairs, she’ll be gone.”
Brandy gives a little smug wave from the safety of Red’s back, taunting me. Rochelle appears beside Drifter.
“Brandy, I suggest you get the fuck outta here. I will not be responsible for Clay’s actions.”
Drifter and Slayer still have hold of me. “Get the fuck off me,” I bark, and they give each other the nod. I take the stairs to my room as fast as my legs will carry me.
Chapter Ten
Bella
How could I be so naive? Of course, Clay wouldn’t be interested in me. Why would he be? It has to be a setup of some kind. Or else a really fucking big coincidence.
I pace back and forth, considering my next move. The door swings open, banging into the wall behind it and taking me by surprise. Clay’s frame fills the doorway, his nostrils flaring as his chest heaves. He’s angry, why should he be fucking angry? It’s my life they’ve destroyed and for what?
I grab my bag angrily and start throwing my belongings in, but he grabs the bag furiously and tosses it on the floor. My jaw twitches as I stare at him, my hairbrush gripped tightly in my hand.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he demands.
I’d usually retreat, but right now, I’m sick of being taken for a cunt. Sick of being the victim. Sick of her fucking with my life.
“Pah, really?” My brows arch. “Seriously?”
His frown deepens, his expression concerned, like I’ve lost my mind.Maybe I have.
“You aren’t fucking leaving,” he growls, snatching the trousers I’d just picked up out of my hand.
“Wanna bet?” I turn, grabbing the bag from the floor and returning it to the bed.
“Not a chance are you leaving here without explaining what the hell happened.”
I scoff. “You’re really asking me that, like you don’t know. You’re gonna play dumb?”
He runs his hands through his already dishevelled hair. “Yes, because I have no idea what the hell just happened.”
“So, you don’t know Imogen?”
His brows knit together, more confusion playing out, and I begin to doubt my theory. I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep, calming breath whilst I gather my thoughts.
“Who the fuck is Imogen?” he asks.
“Wow, so the bitch standing in the bar with Slayer, you’re just going to pretend you don’t know her?” I snap, grabbing my phone charger off the bedside table and throwing it into the bag. “I mean, I know I’m naive, but don’t treat me like I’m fucking stupid.”
“You mean Brandy?”
