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I had to agree. The woman that had walked in was probably in her mid-thirties. Her hair was fried beyond repair, and bleached blonde. She wore a biker jacket of her own and had a boxy figure. Almost manly looking if I was being honest.

Jameson scoffed. “You’re just mad you didn’t see her first.”

Ash and I exchanged glances.

“Are those her boyfriends?” he continued in a drowsy tone, looking between the guys on either side of her as if he was just now noticing them.

“Doesn’t matter,” Ash replied. “Because we’re leaving.”

Jameson groaned, but surprisingly didn’t argue it. He seemed like he was on the verge of passing out, his body swaying on the barstool. Ash stood, wrapping an arm around him before helping him to his feet. I moved to get his other side, but the dude was dead weight, even between the two of us holding him up.

It was easier getting him to the door with the extra set of hands, though. Before, I’d been doing it on my own every single weekend without fail. Sometimes even more frequently than that.

He’d get better eventually. He had to. One step at a fucking time.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kash

Age 17

Bryce Savage - Devil in Her Eyes

“I’ll drive,” Ash said, rounding his new challenger. He turned to look at Everleigh, admiration in his eyes. It was there every time he saw her. “You want to sit up front with me?”

Leave it to Jameson to ruin the moment, though. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her against him like they were the ones dating. “She’s sitting in the back with me.” He smirked. “Isn’t that right, Evie?”

I rolled my eyes. Could he be any more obvious?

Everleigh shrugged, not the least bit bothered by his hands on her. In fact, she seemed to like it despite not wanting to fuck either of us. Maybe she just wasn’t ready to admit she felt for Jameson, too. “I don’t care where I sit.”

“Then it’s settled.” He grinned, leading her toward the cramped vehicle.

Ash shook his head, but a small smile danced around the edges of his mouth. “Traitor,” he called out, his gaze pinned on his girlfriend.

“You get me all the time,” she retorted, leaning into Jamie.

Jameson opened the passenger door and leaned in to move the seat up. Then, he turned, holding a hand out to Everleigh. She slipped her small one into his larger one and allowed him to help her into the vehicle before following behind her.

I shook my head, half torn by frustration and the other half torn by amusement. Frustrated because I was jealous that they were so close. That he’d had bigger balls to touch her in front of Ash than I did. It would piss me the fuck off if they did that shit to Crystal. I fixed the seat before sliding into the small car, my gaze instinctively moving to the back seat.

Jameson had an arm around Everleigh, his fingers moving up and down along her hip bone. If he wanted something, he went after it. After being beaten for years, he never took time for granted. Not when there were times that he thought he’d die. He might not cross the line and fuck her behind Ash’s back, but he’d take what he could get without moving into dangerous territory.

Ashton slid into the seat next to me, forcing the key into the ignition. The smooth rumble of the engine sounded, causing the floorboard to vibrate beneath my feet.

I tried to focus my attention on the scenery around us as we drove, but my mind was held hostage by the girl at Jamie’s side. It took everything in me not to look back at her. Unlike Jameson, I didn’t want to flaunt my attraction for her in front of Ash, regardless of how many times he said it was fine. There was still a part of me that felt like one day, he’d wake up and change his mind. It was best not to get too close to her in that way. When I fell, I fell hard.

Maybe it was because my homelife wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, and I yearned for attention elsewhere.

From the outside looking in, you’d think we were a happy family. We didn’t have a lot of money, but enough to live comfortably. My dad was a hard worker, and my mom tended to her plants and went to all the book clubs she could find. Most would think it was a hobby of hers, but the truth of the matter was, she just wanted to spend more time away from my dad. They bickered constantly, sometimes to the point where sleep was impossible.

When they fought, which was often, they’d both ignore me, or get annoyed at every little thing I did. Sometimes I wish they’d just get a divorce.

Everleigh’s giggles ripped me from my thoughts, and I couldn’t help myself any longer. I glanced toward the backseat. Jameson’s hands were on her. Tickling her. She was kicking at him, pressed against the window and doing everything in her power to get him away.

“Stop, Jameson,” she screeched. “I’m never sitting in the back with you again.”

His fingers were dangerously close to slipping beneath her waistband as he tickled the sensitive skin around her sides. Fuck. A part of me wished he’d just make the move and finger her or something. That way I could live vicariously through him, or maybe even join.

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