Page 63 of Frenemies

“Your father’s a piece of shit, Naomi.”

“Please,” I plead with tears in my eyes.

“You can’t fix this.”

Maybe I couldn’t, but . . . “Chase can.”

It was his brother that Daddy was doing this with, after all.

Logan paced back and forth before scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Fine, I’ll give you forty-eight hours.” He looked me dead in the eyes and added, “Then I’m telling Lou.”

That was better than nothing.

My eyes fell back down to the file in my hand.

Oh, Daddy. What have you done?

The thundering beat in my chest was all I could hear. It drowned out everything else. I couldn’t feel the wind blowing through my hair or hear the roar of the engine between my legs—just the hard and echoing thump, thump, thump, behind my ribs.

I didn’t see the cars I swerved around or care about the people dodging out of my way. The urgency to get to her outweighed everything else.

Never thought I’d be so anxious to see that bitchy scowl. There was only one thought on my mind when I rolled up on the grass in front of the house. Please, let her be in there to slap the shit out of me. Every footstep to the door thundered through my ears so loudly I barely heard Tanner pull up behind me.

“Damn, Bossman. I know you’re in a rush, but that’s no reason to abuse your hog.”

I glanced back at my bike lying on the ground with the engine still running. Did I care about the muffler chugging away? No. My bike could be replaced—she couldn’t.

I don’t know if I opened the door or kicked it in. Either way, when I stepped inside, it was to a bunch of wide eyes and pale faces. Three to be exact—one of whom screamed and ran away like I was the devil.

“Where the fuck is she?”

One of the remaining girls shrieked and jumped back while the other dropped the glass in her hand and stammered incoherently. This was getting me nowhere. I charged forward and marched up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

The same broad that ran away from me ducked in a room down the hall which was when I systematically began kicking in doors. Not sure why I didn’t just go to Naomi’s room?

Her prom queen sash was right there, hanging on her pink door, but all I could think was, what if Jax showed up and found her before I did?

The first room was empty. The second had one girl in it. She stared at me—I stared at her. Then she threw her phone and rolled off the bed to hide beside it, which was when I moved on to the third room where the girls were prepared for me.

I threw open the door and got hit in the face with something flat and hard. My brain had barely registered the word ‘Algebra’ before the book smashed against my cheek again.

“Ah, fuck,” I muttered and stumbled back, only to get smacked with a pillow.

Another girl joined in and hit me in the back with what felt like a lamp. Whatever it was, it was enough to knock me on my knees.

I fell down, and they all jumped on me, raining their assault with their makeshift weapons while someone yelled, “Call 911!”

“Don’t call the fucking cops I’m looking for–”

The textbook clacked against my jaw, cutting me off.

Shit. Girls are mean.

I ducked under my arms to protect my head while a voice whined, “I can’t remember the number.”

A chaos of chicks screaming and panicking erupted. I could see their feet dancing around as their shrieks rang in my ears.

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