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“Do what you need to do. And I’ll do the same.” Please give me another reason. Fuck. I don’t even need a reason.
“So, who’s paying the price? You? Or one of my bitch kids who you seem to have a hard-on for?”
“Me. Unlike you, I can handle whatever comes at me.” I mock his motion of pointing a finger over my face.
“You caught me off guard. Again.”
“Nah. You caught someone other than your child who isn’t going to put up with your stupid ass.” This is going nowhere because his threats don’t mean shit to me.
Morgan made a valid point: He could turn us in, but he’ll have plenty of explaining to do, not to mention everything she comes up with to add to the story. And it looks like Coach gathers that his empty threats aren’t getting him any leverage as he blows out an exasperated breath.
“This is your last warning. There won’t be another chance. And it won’t be you who pays the price. Clearly, you have some hang-up on them, so I’ll direct my actions their way since that really seems to get under your skin.”
Motherfucker. “Try it.” I step closer to his desk and lean down. He tenses a bit, to my satisfaction. “Because it didn’t work out so well for you last time.”
21
MORGAN
Same damn routine. We hardly speak during the day, and he crawls into my bed at night. We haven’t made it there yet since we’re at the afterparty. Yeah, Wildcats win. Again. I down another shot because being at the game was worse than ever. Where’s a fucking hurricane when you need it?
Of course, Cade isn’t far, he’s posted up in my sight line, no doubt waiting until it’s time to sleep. And annoyingly enough, I actually sleep way too good beside him. Yeah. It still pisses me off. But my anger is solely focused on one target right now. My father. Even Ava doesn’t register on my radar as she motions for me to speak with her.
“Something is going on. You know who won’t speak to me alone. Do you think he knows something is up?” Ava looks scared to death, waiting for my reaction.
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “No telling.”
There’s some disbelief on her face as she asks, “What do you want me to do?” She nervously scans the crowd over her shoulder. “Toph is getting suspicious. I tried to keep him out of it but he’s relentless.”
“Yeah. They all are.” Little pussies, and they think they are superheroes even when no one needs their dumb asses.
“Morgan,” Ava says as I look over at her. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”
“No.” We’ve never been ones to share our feelings, and I’m not about to start now. But she doesn’t get the hint.
“I know we aren’t really on that level, and never will be, but you can talk to me if you ever need a friend.” Her heartfelt smile makes me want to puke. Though it might be the whiskey I just downed.
Standing from the sofa, I step in front of her and plaster on my best fake smile, “Such a great friend. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with my dad. He knows how close we are since he witnessed you and Lenny snatching me from the goddamn parking lot. Or maybe you just aren’t enough to keep his attention. Eh. Either way, he’s a lost cause, so don’t fret too much.” Because I have plans for more than catching him in an affair.
She stays silent, a stunned expression on me as I give her another smirk and walk past her, my shoulder hitting hers before she quickly moves to the side and lets me pass.
I need air. I need out of this place. I can’t think of anything other than getting revenge on my dad. I’ve considered taking his ass hostage and tormenting him at the creepy hospital, but it doesn’t seem like enough. I don’t want it to be fleeting, I want him to suffer for as long as possible, I want him to be miserable for the rest of his desolate existence.
“Where are you heading?” Cade chimes in behind me as I make it to the swing on the front porch.
“None of your fucking business.”
“Ah. Back to pissy Morg.”
Turning to face him, I ask, “Did she ever leave? Or maybe you’re just too delusional to see what’s right in front of your ignorant self.” He lets out a chuckle as he lifts a beer bottle to his lips and takes another swig. “What’s so fucking funny? You like being a little bitch? Because that’s all you are. You won the game for him. And you’ll continue to dance for him when he pulls your strings a little tighter.”
Something I said takes the grin off his face as he sets the bottle down and moves to me. “I’m doing this for you. I’m letting him pull my fucking strings for you. But he knows he can only get so far before I smash my fucking fist back into his face. For Ryder. For you. So stop being such a dreadful brat.”
He’s lucky he stood up for Ryder. Because that truly has been the one thing that keeps me from lashing out at his clingy ass. Ryder is the only one I won’t complain about SuperCade protecting. But he still is walking a fine line. He pisses me off. Because I’m getting used to him being around. “Fuck off then.”
He shakes his head, a light chuckle escaping. I expect some sarcastic remark, but he catches me by surprise when his hand comes up to grip the nape of my neck and pull my mouth to his. Seconds go by as I kiss him back. Normally, the hint of beer on his tongue would be a turn off. But he’s making me want more tonight.
His hands drop to my hips and hold on tightly as he pulls me onto his lap. One hand moves to my hair, clasping firmly as he continues devouring my mouth, his other hand moves under my dress, gripping my ass as I instinctively rock against his hard and ready cock through his jeans. Fuck. It’s been too long since he’s been inside me. That much I will admit. The fact that I’m craving him—that I won’t say aloud.
