Page 116 of The Deception You Weave
Nodding, I kill the engine and climb out.
"Don't tell me you fucked it up already," he starts before I've even closed the door.
"I'm taking her out tonight, if you must know."
"On a date?" he asks as if I’ve just told her that I'm taking her to the fucking moon.
"Yes, on a date."
"Wow, you must be serious," he mutters as we walk through the main doors.
"I am."
"Did she hit you in the head when she told you everything?"
"It fucking felt like it, man. How's your girl?" I ask after a couple of seconds of silence.
"She's good. Fed up of being stuck at school while I'm here."
"That must suck."
"You have no fucking idea."
"She'll be here before you know it."
We push through the locker room door and every set of eyes turns to us. Luca looks at me then Zayn beside me and his face damn near turns purple as he looks back to me.
"Hunter?" he barks.
Ignoring all of them, I head to my locker and tug the door open. I'm not interested in forcing anyone to choose sides. This isn't a fucking high school cheer squad. We're supposed to be fucking professionals now.
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"Which ho has daddy dearest got you servicing tonight then?" Devin asks when I stop in the doorway to the living room dressed in a white button-down and black dress pants.
My fingernails dig into the wooden doorframe at his suggestion.
"None of them. I'm taking Letty out."
Devin damn near spits out the beer he'd just taken a sip of.
"Letty? You're taking Letty out?"
"Yes," I hiss, irritated that he still seems to think she's the bad guy here. The only one trying to ruin our lives is his cunt of a father. "Problem?"
He raises his brows, telling me without words that he indeed has a fucking problem.
"You need to get over it. Victor left her little choice."
"She still went behind our backs. And, in case you've forgotten, you hate her."
"Yeah, well. Things change, Dev."
"Yeah, like you getting inside her fucking pussy. Is it really that magical?"
My teeth grind in irritation.
"I'm bringing her back here. Be nice."
