Page 25 of Chase
We grab our trays and take our usual spot. I sit on the side of the table so I can watch the entrance. That damn angel breaks out of the devil’s hold and sits her ass down on her perch when I spot my sister walking in with Sloane at her side.
I literally roll my shoulders back to knock her ass off and the devil gives her the finger as she falls down my arm. I know why I shouldn’t be doing this but my pull to her is too fucking strong.
I don’t take my eyes off her while she makes her way through the buffet lines, choosing her food, and then waiting to swipe her card. I don’t care what this girl does, I could stare at her all damn day.
Her hair is up in a ponytail and it moves back and forth as she gracefully moves. She looked sexy as hell last night in that V-neck lace shirt and looks just as hot in a crewneck sweatshirt that saysCiao Bellaon the front. Beautiful indeed.Gorgeous girl.
She and my sister scan the tables and Max waves at B to get her attention. He’s got a big smile on his face and looks so goofy standing up while motioning for her to come this way. He’s a total fucking simp for my sister and doesn’t give a shit who sees him pining for her attention.
She smiles at him but takes a seat at a two-person table along the wall of windows overlooking Havenwood. Sloane takes a seat opposite her and starts to sip her drink. Her pretty lips form an O over the rim before she blows over the steaming liquid and my goddamn dick twitches in my pants.
Max’s face falls and he slumps his big ass down into the chair. He flips his hat forward before bringing the rim down over his face as he frowns.
When his phone starts to vibrate on his tray he picks it up, scans the message, and glares at me as if I spit in his food before punching me in the arm.
“That’s for you,” he says while taking a pic of me clutching my arm.
“What the fuck was that for? I didn’t do shit to you!” I wail and rub the sore spot. He’s adding to my collection of bruises.
“Yes you did, Evie is all the way over there and it’s all your fault,” he says under his breath as he shoves his phone in my face. I read a text from my sister.He’s so fucking whipped.
DIMPLES:
Sorry babe, girl time this morning.
Punch my brother in the arm for me.
“She could’ve been talking about Hunter, you know,” I say even though we both know she isn’t.
“She wasn’t, dickhead,” he pouts while texting on his phone and looks grumpy as hell. It would be kinda funny if I wasn’t now starting to feel bad about it.
I swallow down my food along with some guilt that’s stuck in my throat.Is B okay?I know she hates fights like the one I got into.Is she pissed at me now?
“Is she alright?” I quietly ask him while moving food around my plate, my appetite now gone.
“She’s fine now, I made sure of it,” he says and crosses his arms over his chest. I can feel the tension coming off his body from here. “If I had to guess, I bet she isn’t the one who needs the girl time.”
“What do you mean?” I ask even though I’m pretty sure I know what his answer is gonna be.
“I’m sure Red wanted to debrief after you hulked out last night,” Max says before shoving eggs into his mouth.
“What got into you anyway? I was still in the kitchen when you lost your shit,” Monroe asks between sips of coffee.
“I didn’t like what I saw, she flinched when that asshole got too close,” I grit the words out and hate that she was dancing with some jackass, to begin with. It made me fucking crazy thatshe tensed up like she did. Just thinking about him pulling her body into his makes me want to find him and punch him all over again.
“You didn’t waste any time pulling him off of her,” A adds without looking up from his phone. He isn’t texting or scrolling, just literally staring at his screen.
“I’ve never seen you throw punches like that off the ice before,” Jake adds.
“It’s what you do for the woman you love,” Max says while staring off at B like the sap he is.
“I’d do that for anyone who was getting too handsy,” and it’s the truth. Any of us would. We hate that shit. Consent is important.
“Bet. But this guy had his hands onyourgirl,” he enunciates your as if I’d miss the meaning. His words grate on my nerves and I think about that fucker’s hands on her tight stomach. I’m grinding my teeth and feel my face tighten up into a pinched scowl.
“She isn’t my–,” my words are abruptly cut off by my brother who is glaring at me and white-knuckling his phone.
“You forgetting what you said last night? That you threatened to go after anyone who went near her? Or touched her? That sure as shit sounds like you staking your claim,” I honestly don’t remember that but by the looks of Max, Jake, and Monroe’s faces, it seems like I did say that.
