Page 79 of Savage Suit
“Fuck you, Reid,” she retorted. “I’m not here to aid them oryou, asshole. I’m here for my sister. Find another bitch to fuck since you’re such a fucking man whore. Stop thinking about my pussy and leave me the fuck alone.”
Megan jumped up. “What?”
Reid choked, the color leeching from his face.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, in the middle of a nightmare that destroyed my coveted position. I stared at Reid, thinking of the ball. Noah. Me. “You’re him,” I breathed. “My sister’s date at that masquerade ball.” Which meant… “You lied to me, Quinn.”
Her anger morphed into exasperation. “No, I didn’t.”
Reid lied, too.
Background voices blurred in my head. I didn’t care about Megan’s screeching or Nicholas’s anger, since their soap opera had no bearing on my life.
“Fuck you, asshole,” Quinn snarled.
At first, I thought she spoke to Reid, but her gaze blazed at Nicholas.
“Leave Quinn alone before I break your fucking face,” Reid snarled, no longer the charmer.
“Quinn?” Nicholas sneered. “Q?”
“Reid has never called me ‘Q’, fuckhead,” Quinn blared. “Furthermore, since you wouldn’t give someone like me a fucking invitation to your raggedy fucking house, what the fuck is it to you where the fuck Reid took me?”
“Would someone care to fill me in?” I demanded.
“There’s nothing to fill in, Ryan,” Quinn said flatly. “I didn’t lie to you about anything. It is the universe’s ‘fuck you’ that they had a masquerade ball too.” She glowered at Nicholas. “Don’t get it fucking twisted,” she said bitterly. “We wouldn’t have wanted to come a party you hosted, so touting its exclusivity is unnecessary, motherfucker.”
Nicholas glared at her, sweeping her with an insulting glance. “What did—”
Quinn interrupted him. “Reid, would you have thought enough of me to bring me to such an exclusive galaandallow me to bring my sister?”
He glanced between us. Swallowed. Met Quinn’s gaze. When she lifted her chin and folded her arms, he looked at Nicholas who was studying me with frightening intensity.
Reid stiffened. “No, I wouldn’t have, Quinn. No offense, but you would’ve been woefully out of place.”
I focused on Reid’s voice, trying to remember how Quinn’s date had sounded that night. Nothing but mist and fog shrouded my memories.
“Your date had dark hair, came alone, and wore a green ball gown, didn’t she, Reid?” Tina inserted. She smiled at Nicholas. “You were fucked up, love, but I can assure you I’ve never seen Quinn or Ryan before today.” She smirked at me. “They’re from the wine cooler and popcorn set. Unlike us.”
Fucking bitch.
“You’re right, honey,” Nicholas said with a sigh.
If I hadn’t been taking in the entire scene, I wouldn’t have noticed Megan’s brief hostility at Nicholas’s tender words.
“Ryan?” Reid called, capturing my attention. He stood and walked to us. “Your sister and I have slept together,” he admitted, low. “About a year ago, we dated for a few weeks, but I fucked up. I call her sometimes, hoping for another chance. She always refuses.”
Sly looks or furtive glances didn’t pass between Reid and Quinn. My sister’s face held no deception. Only concern for me. More than that, Tina killed the last of my suspicion. Quinn had worn pink with hair to match.
Reid raised his arm and looked at his watch. “You have two hours to get ready.”
“I never said—”
“Please,” Reid interrupted. “We haven’t shown ourselves to be any different from what the article claimed. That’s unfortunate. This won’t happen when Noah is present. With or without him around, you have carte blanche to strike back however you choose.”
“Noah doesn’t know of the hostility?” I asked with incredulity. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Megan’s always on her best behavior in front of him. Tina pulls in her claws and doesn’t reveal she caught Megan giving Nicholas a blowjob, then watched as Nicholas ate Megan’s pussy. Tina lost a baby over this. Noah doesn’t know because he doesn’t get along with his brothers. They look at him as a traumatized mama’s boy who refuses to get help.”
