Page 70 of Frenemies

Okay, so I might not be off to the best start on the nice girl thing, but in my defense, he was the one that asked a stupid question.

Just when I thought he couldn’t get any angrier, he proved me wrong. Darkness swept across his face, and I swear I could hear his teeth grinding.

“From a filing cabinet?” he grumbled back at me.

“Yes,” I said while giving him a pointed glare. “Where else does one get a file?”

Chase looked over at me, unimpressed. So I looked at him unimpressed. That’s when he started pacing.

“She brings me a list of trafficked girls.”

I watched him walk from the bar to the pool table and back again.

“And what does she say?” he continued muttering. “From a filing cabinet.”

“Okay, I’ll be right here.” I sat down on a chair and began inspecting my nails. “You, just let me know when you’re done talking to yourself.”

When did I get this manicure? Yesterday? They did a shoddy job. There was already a chip in one of my white tips. I decided to go classic this time. Sunside Spa and Salon were going to get an ear full from me.

Chase stopped his pacing and lifted his chin to stare my way. “Are you getting smart with me?”

I’m not sure if I’d call it smart. Was that even possible? God forbid I confuse the man storming around and muttering to himself like a crazy person.

Apparently, I didn’t answer quick enough for him because a second later, his deep tone was echoing around the room.

“I’m talking to you!”

“Are you sure about that? Because a second ago, you were talking to yourself,” I pointed out. “You can see why I was confused.”

His face contorted in either stress or frustration.

“Don’t fuck with me, Princess!”

My bad. It was anger.

“Don’t kidnap my girls,Chase,” I shot back.

“Fuck me sideways,” he bellowed and then looked up at the, in my opinion, very plain celling. “Why did you curse me with this woman? Did I do something to you?”

“Oh, so you’re talking to God now?” My eyes narrowed in on him. “Are you high?”

After all the crap I went through to get him clean. I swear, if he so much as looked at drugs, I was going to shove my foot up his ass.

Well, maybe not my foot. I did just have a pedicure. But I’m sure Tanner’s would fit nicely since he was probably the dumbass that gave Chase the drugs to begin with.

Chase closed his eyes and slowly released a deep breath. “Do you know what’s in here?”

I snorted and resisted the urge to sing the word ‘Duh’ at him.

“Of course, I do.”

It didn’t get much more obvious than a list of girls’ names with amounts beside them.

“I’m going to ask you this one last time. . .”

My heart skipped when I met the seriousness in his dark stare. Not because he looked good in those black jeans with his brown hair tousled, but because I knew he was done screwing around.

“Where did you get this?” To reiterate his point, Chase slapped the file down on a nearby table.

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