Page 37 of The Twisted Beats

Cooper crosses his extended legs at his ankles and laughs. “Yeah, we can take all the pussy that’s out there.”

We all bust a gut. He’s clad in jeans and leather with rockstar vibes and doesn’t seem to give a fuck about authority. His buzz-cut brown hair is bleached platinum. It’s nearly shaved to his scalp, showing off a couple of tattoos he has on his skull.

I already like him. We need someone who can teach us all how to stand up for ourselves.

Bren bends forward and hits my thigh. “We should tell them about that one night we were fucking those two girls in our hotel room.”

I release a puff of air. “Which time?”

“The time I had the one riding me and you were fucking her ass while you made the other chick kneel at your side so you could fuck her with a beer bottle.” Bren tips his head to Hawke and Cooper with a lopsided grin. “It was sick as hell.”

“Yeah, he lost his load so hard it forced my dick out of her ass.” I glare at him, but I’m not really upset.

Bren huffs. “Don’t let him fool you. He yanked the bottle out of the other girl and without changing his condom, he rammed into her cunt. She probably ended up with some nasty infection.”

Hawke rolls to his side, laughing. “Fucking crazy.”

Cooper considers something for a second. “Chicks can be so dumb. Do they really think you’re going to take them home to your mom after acting that way?”

“They must.” Bren shakes his head. “They all do shit like that. It happens all the time. John’s supposed to be watching out for us, but he’s usually doing the same thing in another room.”

I smirk. “Yeah, but we still get more, and I guarantee it’s way wilder than what he’s doing.”

Something from the stairs catches the corner of my eye. I turn to see what it is.

Livianna’s sitting on the stairs with her arms over her chest, glaring at me. My smile fades as I glance down and my stomach bottoms out.

Fuck me.I bite down on my lip.

How long has she been listening? By the hate fire she’s throwing my way, I can only assume she’s heard more than I can get myself out of. She stands and stomps up the stairs as the guys still talk about screwing other girls.

“Hey, I’ll be back in a second.” I push off the beanbag.

Bren looks over his shoulder and toward Livianna. “Oh, shit, Cash. Did she hear that?”

“Yeah. I’ve gotta go do damage control.” The muscles in my neck tighten, but I suck in a breath and get ready to get an earful from the tiniest, yet most intimidating girl I’ve ever met.

Hawke says to my back as I trek away, “Good luck, dude.”

“He’s gonna need it,” Bren adds.

“Fuck off. This is your fault, Guns.”

They all laugh as I climb the steps.

Fucking pricks.

I reach the main level and find her in the designer gourmet kitchen, crying in her ma’s arms. Great, even worse.

I slide my hands into my jeans pockets as I enter the room. “Mrs. Hemings, would it be okay if I spoke with Livianna?”

She peeks down at Livianna. They share some kind of mother-daughter telepathic message because she nods and releases her.

Mrs. Hemings gives me a pointed stare. “Be gentle, Cash. She doesn’t live in the same world you do.”

I swallow. “I know.”

“Okay then. I’ll leave you two alone, but I’m only going into the living room.” She peers over at Livianna. “If you need me, just call for me.”