Page 8 of Treacherous

Noah's eyes darkened. "It means you should walk away while you still can."

"Was that your lame attempt at scaring me?" Why the hell was I goading him? I needed to shut the hell up and walk away from this stalemate of a conversation. He was unpredictable and deadly – his actions last weekend had proved that. "Because you'll have to do better than that."Stop it, Teagan. Shut the hell up."Or has all that sun affected your brain and you're too thick to come up with anything better?" I had no idea why I was being like this. I only knew that my words were irking Noah and that piece of knowledge was like music to my ears.

"You're in too deep,Thorn." Noah's face broke out in a huge grin. "Let's hope you can swim."

I wondered how it was possible my brain detested the man in-front of me and my body craved him. I was embarrassed at how my body reacted to his presence. "Whatever floats your boat, buddy."

Shaking my head, I swung around and walked towards my house before I catapulted over that wall and poked both of their eyes out.

"You know that's two things you owe me for," I heard him call out, followed by snickering. "I take cash, or you could set up a private payment plan with me…"

"You can dream on if you think I'm paying for your iPad or your car," I growled. "The only thing I'm prepared to invest my money in is a muzzle for your sister."And you…

"You'll pay," Noah called out from behind me, "One way or another," and his words chilled me to the bone.

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Noah

"You'll pay," I called out as Teagan stalked away.

I wasn’t serious about the money. I wouldn’t take a dime. I'd earn back the cash to pay for my car, but I figured I may as well act like a prick towards her since she'd obviously branded me one.

"One way or another."

"Ihateher," Ellie seethed. "I'm mean it, Noah. I can't stand that bitch – are you even listening to me?"

No, I wasn’t listening to her.

I was too busy watching Teagan Connolly as she strutted her sexy little ass inside her house.

God, three months of having her live next door to me and I still felt like slamming my head into the garden wall – now worse than ever since she'd challenged meagain.

I couldn’t decide if the girl next-door was extremely reckless or just incredibly stupid. I was veering on the former because it was pretty obvious Teagan had a steady head on her shoulders – and a sharp tongue in her mouth.

In the three months she'd been living here I hadn’t seen her at any of the hangouts I spent my time at – which showed she was sharper than most girls our age.

She didn’t leave the house much, had never thrown a party next door, but I often spotted her reading under the old oak tree in her back yard.

Everything about the girl screamed mouse, but she had this fiery temper that I somehow managed to provoke by just being nearby.

A lot of Teagan's anger towards me was because of the shitty way Ellie treated her daily, and a small part of me didn’t blame her for being a snarky little bitch, but another part of me hated the fact that she was so goddamn judgmental.

Like last weekend for example.

I accidently busted her windshield and Teagan had automatically switched on defense mode – even though I'd never intentionally done anything to hurt her before.

I was jumped by some sore-loser dick from the ring who'd followed me home with a crowd of his buddies and it was either fight or be fucked over. I'd defended myself and in the heat of the moment hadn’t noticed we'd moved our fight into the neighbor's yard.

When I eventually got the upper hand and knocked the guy out, Teagan had shocked the hell out of me by stalking out of her house in nothing but a t-shirt and thong and with a can of paint in her hands.

The defiance in her eyes as she stared me down before bending over the hood of my baby and emptying the can of paint was something that struck a chord inside of me. I'd never been so angry or turned on in my life.

Pure rage had flooded my veins, driven on even further when Teagan taunted me with her potty mouth and yeah, I'd kind of lost it with her.

Problem was I had an even uglier temper, and Friday night Teagan Connolly had ignited it like no one had before.

When she slapped me and pressed her tight little body against mine, taunting me with that sharp tongue of hers, I'd never been so close to putting my hands on a woman in my life. Except instead of hurting her, I wanted to toss her sexy little ass on the hood of my car and take her right there, not caring who saw us. The urge to be inside her was like nothing I'd ever felt in my life, but before I had a chance to put my mouth on hers, my friend's dad grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged me away from her…

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