Page 96 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

Great.

Special K squirms in the saddle behind me, which causes Pussy to stick her head out of the top of the carrier.“Mrrrp?”

Yep, cowboy’s uncomfortable.Because this is personal.I want to jab my elbow in his ribs for leaving out whatever chapter of his story features this chick.

Because it’s an important one.And maybe a long one.

I find it interesting that he can recount the attempted murder and life-in-ruins part but completely forgot to mention the batshit crazy ex-girlfriend plot twist.

At least I assume it’s an ex-girlfriend.He asked me if I was married, but I didn’t think to ask him the same question.

Ah, shit.

“Take me back to camp,” I whisper to Special K.“I’m not doing this.”

Summer leans against Victoria.“See?What did I tell you?”She looks at me and smiles.“Frankie!So glad you’re here!We figured it wouldn’t be too much longer before we could hang out again!”

I try to smile at Summer, but the pinch-faced princess is walking our way.She moves like she’s got a steel rod in her spine and a stick up her ass.Her chin’s in the air.

She’s exactly the kind of angry and privileged woman I’ll do anything to avoid.Some of these types make a real effort to hide their essence.Others wear their truth like a badge of pride.

Like this woman.As she moves nearer to us, I half expect to see five letters stamped on her forehead: B.I.T.C.H.

The worst part of all is that she probably has a lot more right to be here than I do.Everyone already knows her.And she most certainly has more of a history with Special K than I do.

Only then do I notice the upturned faces of all the men.Special K’s brothers and father are staring at me, lips parted in collective shock.

“Hi, everyone,” I squeak, feeling ridiculous.

“I’m sorry, who is this, again?”the woman says with her fake-ass smile and blinking eyes.“What did you say your name was?”

Bitch, please.

She’s trying so hard to stay cool but she looks about a second away from a pressure cooker explosion.

“We were just seeing Harper off,” says the man I assume is Special K’s father, Jamie MacLaine.He walks toward her and tries to cup her elbow, but she yanks her arm away, her smile now nothing more than a grimace.

“Oh, my gosh!”Summer exclaims in a voice that soundswaaaaytoo sweet.I’m already cringing in preparation for what she’s about to say.“How rude of me!Sorry!Frankie, this is everyone.Everyone, this is Frankie and her sweet, sweet Pussy.”

“Mrrrrraaaoow!”

One of Special K’s brothers chokes like he’s about to swallow his tongue.Everyone else is frozen like bucks in the high beams, including Special K’s dad and the woman I assume is Aunt Phyllis.The cute little girl must be his niece Jasmine, who is blissfully unaware of the joke, but she’s looking at me with excited fascination.

Special K sighs deeply, then dismounts and helps me off DG.He throws his father a pointed look.

“Excuse me a moment,” Jamie MacLaine says, giving me a polite nod.He returns to Miss Priss and forcefully escorts her back to her car.She cranes her neck to look at Special K as Jamie places her behind the wheel and closes the door.“Save travels!”

The woman starts her car but is more interested in throwing death stares my way than actually putting the car in drive.

A collective murmur goes through the group.

“Well, isn’t this nice?”Aunt Phyllis says, studying her fingernails.

I look down at my own hands.They’re dirty, and my nails are cracked.I guess that’s what happens to a girl while roughing it.

Suddenly, I’m surrounded by women who are taking my hands and walking me away from the scene.“Where are we going?”I ask, a little unsure.

“Wait a second!”Special K calls.