I grab my phone and bring up Hunter’s number. He answers after only two rings. “You ready to go now?” he questions. I know he’s talking about Roman, but that’s not why I’m calling.
“No, haven’t heard from Roman. This is worse. Mila is fucking a King, right now.”
I hear a strangled sound and a cough to clear it up. “You sure?”
“I just saw her and Asher Rossi. She grabbed his tee, man, and dragged him into her house.”
Hunter starts cursing while I open my blinds again. I can see right into her room. The blind is drawn, but there is a small gap, and I see movement in there.
“Oh, fuck, I can see them in her room.”
“Fuck, stop it. You were pissed at me and Roman over the kiss shit, which is total bullshit because you kissed her too. We agreed not to talk to her, then today she called you out on that stupid rumor, which could have ruined any chance at college for us all. Now you’re stalking her? You need to get over her. Come on, I’ll meet you at The Shed in ten. Not gonna wait on Roman.”
I grunt and hang up. The Shed is where Roman spends most of his nights. It’s an underground fight club, and he fights there regularly. Hunter and I don’t like it—it’s shady as all hell, and we only go there to drag his ass home after a bad fight. He said he was going tonight.
I think back to school and how Mila fucked with his head. Tonight would be bad.
The only way Roman expresses his feelings is on flesh. He makes good money fighting, and he needs it. But it’s more than that. Fighting is his release.
That didn’t make us feel any better about it. Going down there scared the fuck out of me and Hunter. The Shed is full of motorcycle clubs and gangs. We warned Roman to be careful, not to mess with any of them. But I don’t know if he’s mixed up in that or not. He never speaks about it.
There were times we had to pick him up after Arthur called. He’s the old guy who runs things down there. He would call us up to collect our boy because he’d go too far. Roman never lets us take him to the hospital, but fuck, there have been times when I sat awake for days to make sure he was still breathing.
Times like that, I bring him here. I’m glad Mom and Dad are out of the house more now. They’re gone most weekends, letting me and Grady fend for ourselves while they take mini vacations. It works out great for me. I can have parties at our place most Saturdays.
I grab my keys and shrug on a black hoodie as I make my way downstairs.
“And where are you going?” Dad asks.
I stop with my hand on the door knob. “Out with Hunter and Roman.”
“It’s late. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
I shake my head. “Nah, Roman’s dad is being an ass. I need to make sure Roman is good until he passes out.”
Mom comes around the corner, her hand on her chest. “Tell that boy to come here. You know he can stay here anytime. I get so worried about him living with that man. That man isn’t a father—no father treats his son that way.”
“I’ll let him know, Mom.” I kiss her cheek, and she smiles lovingly up at me as she pats my cheek.
“You’re a good friend, Jace.”
No, I’m not. If I was, Mila wouldn’t have stopped talking to me. She would be here, hanging out with me like old times.
But now she’s in her room, sucking a King’s cock to make me angry. This is the end for me. There’s no coming back from that.
I hate Mila Hart.