Page 45 of Unleashed

I grab her fists and force them to her sides, making her bob her head like a chicken. She thrashes, and I hold her steady, countering, “I guess I’ll have to get in damn line!” Am I trying for a black eye?

From the gate entrance, Betsy shrieks, “Is he trying to rape you?”

We break apart. Simone blows the hair off her eyes as I straighten my shirt. For once, both of us agree with matching scowls. “What the actual fuck? Get bent, Litman.”

Betsy bores her beady squirrel eyes into Simone, shrieking, “Simone, I won’t let you be a victim in this crisis!”

Simone crosses her arms and has the grace to answer, “Mind your business, Betsy. You’re overreacting. We’re only talking.”

Betsy squeals, “Blink twice if you need me to call the cops.” Holy fuck. This bitch is worse than a drunk rottweiler. And our dutiful Officer Tesco is here to save the day, no doubt.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Wilder demands from the gate before storming through it. His brown eyes live up to his name right now. “Didn’t either of you listen to what I said earlier?”

I plead my case first. “She started it!”

“No way! I was just standing here!”

Wilder wore glasses tonight. He looks smart, which is a nice detour from his dimwit reality. Wilder sighs and turns to Betsy. “I got this, Betsy. Can you please see if Hadley needs anything? And tell her I’ll be back when I’m done here.”

Betsy straightens, eager to please Finn Wilder in any way possible. “Absolutely, Coach.” She cackles and heads back to the party. Damn. His glasses are even putting ugly sea hags under his spell. I bet she’d lick his asshole if he asked.

Wilder shakes his head before returning his anger to us. “We give up the season.”

Simone shrieks, “What? No! This wasn’t my damn fault!”

“You both deny responsibility. So, no one will play or go on a free vacation. Too bad, I guess.”

I rub my stinging cheek. “It was my fault.”

Simone crosses her arms and huffs, “Damn right.”

I seethe, “I never said you weren’t a liar.”

“Go to hell, Rod.”

Wilder explodes. “Both of you shut up! Jesus Christ!”

Simone crosses her arms and sneers, “And you kiss Mrs. Wilder with your blasphemous mouth? Look at you. You’re a nerd with those glasses. You’d better watch Hadley doesn’t find herself a wrestling coach to take her to the mat.” Simone laughs, and I grind my teeth as I shake my head at the Dahmer Twins.

Wilder cocks his head with a dark glare, making his marbled hair bounce to the other side. “Does it look like I’m fucking joking, Simone? All because you’re my little sister, you think I’ll give you special treatment? No. I’ll kick you off the team faster than anyone else.” Goddamn. Good to know.

She whines, “You’re supposed to be helping me, not yelling at me!”

I throw my head back and growl before jutting my thumb to Wilder. “You squealed to your big bro to bail you out of nothing? Talk about overreacting. Get a damn grip!”

Simone turns toward me but yells at my neck. “I’d like to, around your throat!”

This time, I glance at her tits, even in front of her brother. “From what I hear, you know all about deep-throating.”

Wilder snaps, “I said to knock it off! You act more like toddlers than Finley!” When some caterers walk past us on the pathway, Wilder grabs Simone’s arm and mine, pushing us further from the path.

“Stop grabbing my ass! I bruise easily!”

Simone bitches, “Seriously! That hurts!”

Dragging us behind a tree, he shoves us. Simone and I stumble toward each other but then repel like the wrong ends of magnets. With his hands on his hips, Wilder says, “No more season. And there won’t be a next season, either, so I hope your little bonus round was worth it.”

Simone’s eyes grow large, and she grabs her brother’s arm. “Don’t ruin it for everyone else!”

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