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Chapter 5
Addie
Ipounded my fist into Ronan’s bicep.
“You.” Hit. “Stupid.” Hit. “Cheater.”
Ronan, not even wincing at my feeble attempts to murder him, fell over the bed in a fit of laughter. His ass hit the ground, and he sprawled out his body. Still, he didn’t stop laughing.
“How the fuck is that even possible?” Ryder asked, still in shock. Ryder was attractive, there was no denying that. With his dark skin and darker hair, he was the epitome of male hotness. His muscular body had a few distinctive tattoos that ran up his neck.
Still blinking rapidly, he dropped his cards into his lap. The expression of disbelief on his face would’ve been comical if I wasn’t so pissed off at Ronan. Stupid unicorn loving leprechaun...
The idiot burst into giggles. Actual freaking giggles like he was a little schoolboy. Why did he have to go and be so adorable when I was mad at him?
Scowling, I stared down at my own UNO cards.
Apparently, Ronan - the bastard hell-spawn - decided that it would be hilarious if he cheated at UNO. How does one cheat, you question? Well it involves numerous Draw 4 cards hidden up your sleeve. People have gone to war over a lot less.
Would he still think it was funny when I murdered him and fed his body to the sharks?
“You wouldn’t be able to carry me to the sharks,” Ronan taunted, leaning back on his elbows. He glanced up at me with hooded eyes. “You’re a weakling.”
That was it. The final straw.
Smiling maliciously, I pulled out my phone. “I guess I’ll just have to call Fallon and tell him you cheated. Let’s see what he says.” I had realized early on that their team leader, Sarge, was able to instill fear into all of the boys. All I had to do was text Sarge that they were being mean to me, and then, voila, problem solved. He was a tactical weapon.
My weapon. My...Sarge? My threatening Sarge. My weapon threatening-
What the hell? I seriously needed to see a therapist. Well, I needed to actually talk to my therapist about my issues instead of my bowel movements. Not that my bowel movements weren’t an issue...
Stop. Thinking. Addie.
“What the hell, Kitten?” Ryder said, amused, and his smile only grew when Ronan blanched at the threat.
“Don’t even joke. Last time you tattled on us, Sarge made us run seven laps. Seven!”
I snorted. He deserved that. He and Ryder had convinced me that I had eaten Mof. Granted, that hadn’t been their intention, but the ending effect was still the same.
“I think that’s enough games for awhile,” Ryder said. He leaned back in the bed, and Ronan moved to lie down on my other side. I was still pissed at him, but I chose to be the bigger person and not push him over the edge. I suddenly found myself sandwiched between two very hot men.
Excuse me. Cold men. Not hot. Lukewarm at best.
“Pshh! I am a sex god. How you offend me,” Ryder scoffed. “Lukewarm. Geez.”
Ignoring him, as was my standard response when it came to these two men, I settled comfortably against my stuffed dog. Ryder had gotten it for me for my birthday.
Despite the boys’ insistence that I have a big party and celebration, I chose to keep things small. After all, my birthday held nothing but bleak memories. Even after the miraculous revival of Ducky, I found that I couldn’t get into the birthday cheer, so to speak. That didn’t stop the guys from getting me presents.
I named the dog Doggy much to Ryder’s chagrin. I didn’t dare admit that the only reason I named him that was because I knew it pissed him off. Ryder and Ronan were quickly becoming my best friends. As best friends, it was my job to make sure they were safe, happy, and moderately pissed off at me. What type of friend would I be if I didn’t annoy them at least half of the time?
“What movie do you feel like watching?” Ryder asked, sliding his arm beneath my shoulders. I took the hint and rested my head on his muscular bicep. Ronan immediately twisted further towards me, hand wrapping around my waist.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said through a yawn.
“Something with blood,” Ronan suggested, and I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, psychopath.”
