Page 76 of Unleashed

With a big grin, Greg leads her to our table as I tail them. From behind, the clingy satin clings to her ass, and I see no panty line. I assume for easy access. She’s delusional if she thinks she’s coming with him.

What the fuck? I’m supposed to push him away. He can prance off into the sunset with the titbag for all I care.

Greg drops his arm from her shoulders to rest his hand on her lower back, right above her skinny ass. With the bean-pole figure, red dress, blue hair, pale white skin, and starry tits, she’s a walking, talking American flag.

If he thinks inviting her here hurts me, it doesn’t. But he should raise his fucking standard to at least the bare minimum. It’s embarrassing.

As we arrive at our table, Greg borrows a chair from an empty table and squeezes it in at ours. He guides her to my former chair and tells her, “You can sit here.” How damn chivalrous of him. Jesus Himself should bow to him and perform a tap dance in their honor. Hadley glances at me when Greg introduces her to everyone, but I keep a straight face.

I sit, and Trashy’s arm bumps into mine more than social etiquette allows. I’m about to drop her. The waitress returns to grab refills, and Trashy orders a Bud. It’s for the best that she doesn’t drink light beer for the sake of her pancake ass and molehill tits. Just saying. I know I sound super bitchy and petty as hell, but tonight, she and Greg enrage the shit out of me for breathing.

Trashy flips her hair over her shoulder, and the smell of cigarettes burns my nostrils. She may not be a smoker, but her limited skill set must include rolling around in an ashtray. Disgusting. My brother used to smoke, but Hadley snuffed that out before she took him back. Wilderness quit cold turkey for love with his soulmate. Such a dickish asshole.

Always the nice girl, Hadley says, “So, Tansy, you and Greg are...” Fucking? I’m pretty sure they just met, and Greg takes a while to warm up to women. I hate I know that senseless shit.

Hadley’s eyes are on me, but I stare at my glass. If I show weakness, she’ll latch onto that motherfucker harder than Finley chomped on her tit while breastfeeding. Hadley will hound me for details until I croak.

“I guess we’re seeing where it goes,” Trashy says with a nicotine-infused sigh. “But I’m impatient, and he’s hot, so...” Don’t finish that, bitch.

Her voice is husky and not in a sultry way, making Bea Arthur sound like Tinker Bell mid-orgasm.

Greg clears his throat as he swallows a grin. I glare at him and Trashy before looking away, but not without Nico noticing. I pretend to check out the people near our table, but he knows I’m acting stranger than usual.

I mind my own business until Trashy turns toward me. And just stares. It’s like a swarm of bees is attacking my face. Before I punch her, she says, “You look familiar. Have you been to Ronin’s Ink?”

I inhale before answering, “Yes. I was there a few days ago for Hadley. You should know my brother’s body.”

Her jaw drops, and I notice a goddamn tongue ring, and I pick up my margarita to hide the cringe—hers and mine. As I chug, she says, “I’m sorry. Your brother?”

I shrug between mouthfuls. “Few women in this city haven’t touched him.”

Hadley interjects, “Simone! Watch it!” I frown at Hadley, and she explains to Trashy, “Simone is Finn’s sister.”

Tansy excitedly resumes the ass-kissing. “I thought that was so sweet of you to get a ring tattoo with his name, Hadley. You said it was a surprise. Did Finn like it?” Trashy smiles, successful at also feeding on Hadley’s boob, it seems.

I don’t have to look at my SIL to know she’s grinning like a drunken loon. Instead of letting her respond with something lame, I say, “As much as I hate imagining it, I’m guessing Finn sprang a boner and pinned her with it in their living room before she could remove her skirt.” I glance at Hadley, who resembles the head-exploding emoji. “Am I way off?”

Everyone looks at Hadley’s red face, and it’s so damn obvious how much I know my brother. She shakes her head and feels for her ponytail, but realizes her hair is down. “He was in the kitchen with Finley when I showed him.”

“Oh, so he put her in the playpen in the living room and bent you over the kitchen table to show your vagina his appreciation for getting ink on your finger.”

Hadley bites her lip and drinks her Sprite. Yep.

Trashy laughs before sucking on her beer as if she’s hoping for a hefty promotion at work. “Did you dare him to do that?”

Hadley splutters her drink. After coughing, she says, “No.”

I sigh, bored with this convo and annoyed at the stupid questions from Greg’s idiotic date. “My brother is always horny for Hadley. Finn would fuck her on TV if he could. So, why did you get a tongue piercing?”

Amid Hadley’s protesting my comment and me shrugging, Trashy dances to the wrong beat in her seat. “Guys like it. It makes a blow job so much easier. And faster. You know? Not having to suck, suck, and suck. It’s just like lick and bam. Done.”

I flinch and look at Greg. His eyes are wide and trained on Trashy, who just advertised that she’s a bigger ho, ho, ho than Santa. Greg used to stare at me that way when I was naked. Like I was the only woman in the universe for him. No Shasta. No Cleo. No Trashy. No imagined crush he had on Hadley.

Hadley makes a face at Greg. He replies with a frown and a secret language with his dark eyes. Of course, they’re best friends and can carry on a damn conversation with no one else knowing. I never reached the level of friendship with him, no matter what shit he fed me. In my heart of hearts, I believe if Hadley and I dangled off a bridge, he would save her before me. And I can’t fucking hate her or disagree with him for that.

Anger thrums through me. I cross my arms and argue, “Well, Greg doesn’t like that.”

Trashy cocks her head at me as I realize I said that out loud. Shit. “How would you know?”

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