Page 99 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
“No, the party is over,” I replied firmly.
“I was enjoying the one we were at before dickless went all Karate Kid on that motherfucker,” Micah huffed. “Tate and I were gettingrealclose.”
Turning in my seat, I scowled. “I throttled him, it’s hardly Bruce Lee, and you should be thanking me.”
“Thank you for giving me blue balls?”
I cut him a look, “Yes and from the STD that would no doubt follow. Do you want it to burn when you piss?”
“Who cares. I was this close from getting her to agree to anal. You do the math?” Micah whispered loudly, motioning with his finger and thumb at the wordsthis close.
“Men. You’re all gross,” Harper snorted.
The cab drew outside what I assumed would be Molly’s house, and Reed opened the door and climbed out. She was sitting in the middle between Reed and Harper. Micah and Phoenix were on the row behind, and I was riding shotgun. I glanced around the area. I didn’t realize Principal Dick lived this close to Ma.
“Well, I’ll say goodnight then. Thanks for the lift.”
Everyone grunted their uncomfortable goodbye’s but I remained silent.
As we sat there with the engine running, I heard another door open as Harper climbed out.
“Harper!” Phoenix shouted.
“Give me a minute. Molly, wait up.”
Harper raced around the front of the cab and threw her arms around her. The girls hugged, and I saw Harper flinch as Molly’s eyes met mine through the window. Molly didn’t look disgusted like I had expected her to. More curious and it lit a twinge of hope that I hadn’t totally fucked things up with her.
She shot me a small smile, and I attempted to return it.
As Reed and Harper got back in the car, I saw Harper was holding her shoulder, her expression pained.
“Did you hurt yourself?” I asked as I turned to the back. Harper’s eyes flashed to mine before Phoenix’s voice distracted her.
“Is it your shoulder, Harper?”
“Was I talking to you?” I snarled at Phoenix, but he coolly flipped me off.
Her hand dropped as she shot back, “It’s fine. Just stiff.”
What the fuck was wrong with Harper’s shoulder?
Realising I didn’t have time for the fucking code that seemed to exist only between Harper and Nix, I turned to the driver. “Let’s go.”
Once we arrived home, everyone went their separate ways, apart from Nix, who followed me up the stairs. Ma was already in bed.
“Hey. We good, brother?”
“Always,” I replied. We hugged and slapped each other’s backs before heading to our bedrooms, which were next to each other.
I threw myself onto the bed, taking out my phone and messaging Molly two words I meant with my entire being.
I’m sorry.
Molly Miller. The principal’s daughter, who was now the object of my obsession.
My mind was so screwed up. Did I want to break her or make her mine? Destroy her or protect her?
Molly was tunnelling under my skin, and I had nothing left to stop her with.
