Page 60 of Rest In Pieces
“Please never call it that again, and no, that’s not what I’m saying. Though I’m not going to deny that you’re cray cray. You need to forget about G’s dick. If you want to see one, I’m sure one of his club brothers would be more than happy to oblige. Midas, for example.”
She waves me off. “He’s not my type.”
I blink. “He looks like the biker version of Thor. I can see why that might not be your type,” I deadpan.
“You know what I mean. He’s too pretty. People would stop and stare, wondering why the star attraction was hanging out with the sideshow freak.”
Setting my glass down, I grab a pillow and throw it at her face. Given her lack of spatial awareness, she doesn’t even try to dodge it.
“Don’t talk about my best friend like that,” I snap, getting up and standing right in front of her. “I’m so pissed that your father and those church bitches fed you lie after lie about how you look, but what really gets me is that you believe them. They said that shit because they’re petty, jealous assholes, and your father is the worst of them all.”
Before she can interrupt me, I lean my forehead against hers and pray that she’ll listen. “He isolates you from everyone and controls who you can and can’t be friends with. That way,he can make sure you are only exposed to people like him. If he can control your life, he can dictate the rules, which means you’ll always do exactly what he wants. You’ll never leave him. You’ll always be his little girl, frozen in time, just like Citlalli. I guarantee that if I took you to the Raven’s clubhouse, they’d eat you alive.”
She lets out a shaky breath, her hands grabbing my arms as we stand there in silence for a few minutes.
“About the?—”
“Still a no on the dick pic.”
“Dammit,” she grumbles, making me laugh.
I pull back and smile at her. The tears in her eyes let me know she isn’t as unaffected by this conversation as she’s pretending to be.
“So, what do you say? While we’re here, let’s live a little.”
She bites her lip, a frown creasing her forehead, before she stands tall and nods. “Okay, let’s do it.”
I round the corner and stop when I see G’s bike parked outside the RV. I check my watch and see that it’s only seven a.m. Pulling out my earbuds, I jog over to the door and open it.
“Oh, thank goodness,” Nevaeh mutters.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? It’s seven a.m.”
“I said I was taking Amity out for breakfast,” G says with a frown.
“You didn’t say at seven a.m. If you had said seven a.m., I would have remembered. What is it with you morning people?”
She turns her glare on me. “I’m taking your bed.” Then she turns and grabs the brown bag from G’s hand.
We both watch her stomp away before looking at each other.
“I brought her some donuts. I didn’t want her to feel left out.”
Goddammit. Does he have to be so damn sweet?
“That was nice of you, thank you. Though she better not eat them in my bed,” I yell the last part so she can hear me.
“Bite me,” she shouts back, making G laugh.
“I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t expecting you this early.”
His eyes move slowly over my body, taking in my tight shorts and sports bra. “That’s what you wear to run in?”
He steps closer, making my already heated skin feel like it’s on fire.
“I don’t like feeling restricted.”