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“That’s the beauty of it,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “They’ll never see it coming and by the time they do, it’ll be too late. You’ll have your precious little wife back.”
I liked the way she thought.
Ruthless.
Cold.
Just what I needed to get this done.
I held out my hand, sealing the deal. “Alright. You’ve got yourself a partner.”
She took my hand, her grip firm, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Deal.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
THE AIR WASthick with the smell of smoke andtoo much perfume, almost choking me. Or maybe it wasn’t the smells suffocating me, but what my eyes were seeing.
All they see is her sitting across the room, laughing and talking with Gearhead, Boots and Horse.
Fiona’s laughter cut through the noise, light and carefree in a way that twisted something deep inside me. She was smiling at Gearhead like he was the funniest guy in the room, her eyes sparkling in a way I hadn’t seen since everything went to hell. And it made me want to tear something apart.
I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening around the bottle in my hand. In my mind, I pictured beating that smile offGearhead’s face, but it wasn’t helping. Watching her with him,watchingher lean into him, laughing at whatever joke he’d just cracked, it was driving me to the point of complete madness. I kept trying to catch her eyes, but she wouldn’t even look my way.
“You gonna break that bottle or what?”
Spinner’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I glanced over at him, my grip loosening on the bottle as I realized I’d been holding it too tight. Spinner was looking better, still bruised and using crutches because of the cast on his leg.
“Chill, man,” Gatsby added, leaning against the bar beside me, smoking on one of those cigars of his like some fifty’s gangster. “You’re gonna drive yourself to the crazy house.”
I let out a breath, trying to calm the raging storm inside me. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, sure you are,” Spinner muttered, taking a swig of his beer. “You’ve been staring at Fiona like you’re ready to murder someone for the last half hour.”
I didn’t respond, my eyes flicking back to where she was sitting. She was so damn pretty, even more so when she was laughing, and it only made the jealousy burn hotter in my chest.
“You need to let it go, Bolt,” Spinner said, his tone serious. “You’re gonna make this worse if you go over there and start some shit. Hit the weight room, take another scouting run, but to save your ass from being beat by Horse, don’t go over there.”
“Yeah, and you know Gearhead isn’t gonna back down if you start throwing punches,” Gatsby added. “He’s been into her since day one.”
The thought of him wanting Fiona made my blood boil. They were right. I’d just make a scene and get my ass handed to me by her old man. Not that I cared about getting into a fight, but it wouldn’t help anything.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to look away, trying to rein in the jealousy. “That fucker is tryin’ to piss me off.”
“Then don’t look,” Spinner said simply. “Figure your shit out, but don’t start nothin’ till you do.”
I stood up, needing to get out of there before I did go beat the shit out of Gearhead. “I need some air.”
Spinner nodded. “Breathe deeply, brother.”
How could Spinner stay so calm all the time? Was it because of his toy gadgets? If so, maybe I should borrow a couple.
I didn’t answer, pushing my way through the crowd toward the exit. The fresh air hit me as soon as I stepped outside, the noise of the party fading into the background. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, but it didn’t help. All I could think about was Fiona, and the way she looked at Gearhead like he was the answer to all her problems.
I was about to head around the side of the clubhouse when I almost collided with someone.
Jenny, the bitch.
She smirked, leaning against the wall, a sly smile playing on her red lips as she looked up at me. “Hey there, Bolt.”