Page 40 of The Jackpot Screwer
My bottom lip jutted out as my chin quivered. “He was so into her he didn’t even know I was there.”
Shaw gasped. “What like literally ‘in’ her.”
Images of Carter on top of his neighbor flashed through my mind, tearing another sob from my chest.
“He was actually having sex with her?”
“They had their clothes on,” I said through my tears. “But it was obvious where it was going. He was writhing up and down on top of her, Shaw. He was snuggling her boobs.”
Another round of weeping from me brought more soothing whispers from my brother as he hugged and rocked me from side to side. Finally, I stopped crying and pulled away from him.
“I can’t believe it. He didn’t even stop, Shaw.”
Shaw’s eyes were dark as he looked down on me. “Fucking dick. Well, he doesn’t treat my sister like that.” He turned me around and pushed me toward my car. “Get in the car.”
“What?” My mouth dropped open as I watched him storm toward the entrance. “No, Shaw, leave it.”
Running up to him, I grabbed hold of his hand, but he shook me off and pushed at the door.
“What the fuck is his code to get in?” he asked.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not telling you. I don’t want you to go up there.”
“He doesn’t hurt my sister and get away with it.” Shaw growled and pulled his phone out of his pocket and began stabbing at the screen.
“Let’s just go,” I pleaded, in between sobs. “Please, Shaw.”
“No, the little fucker is getting what’s owed to him.” He looked to the keypad on the door and started to punch numbers in. “Yes,” he hissed as the door pushed open.
“How-?”
“Blake Lively’s birthday. I Googled it,” Shaw muttered. “He’s nothing if not predictable.”
As he pushed inside the building, the door almost whacked me in the face. I just managed to put out a hand and stop it before chasing after my brother.
He bounded up the stairs almost two at a time, with me trying to catch up to him.
“Shaw, no,” I hissed as he banged on the front door that I’d only minutes earlier slammed shut.
“The little cock sucker is going to get a punch on his nose.” Shaw thumped his closed fist against the door again. “Maples, get the fuck out here now.”
The door didn’t open, but I could hear muffled shouts from the other side.
“Is she fucking kidding?” Shaw asked. “She’s shouting your name. Is Carter a damn kink or something?”
I listened carefully and Shaw was right, Nancy was shouting my name.
“He’s gone crazy,” I hissed. “Why is he making her call my name?”
Shaw’s jaw tightened as he shook his head. “He’s a damn sicko, that’s why.” He turned to face me. “Key, now.”
I stared down at his open palm. “Nope. You’ll do something stupid.”
“I’ll punch his damn lights out, that’s what I’ll do. Now give me the key, Bronte.”
“Please don’t punch him.” I grabbed hold of his fist that was about to bang on the door again. “He thinks we’re on a break.”
Shaw’s mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide. “What? Do I need to call you Rachel Green now?”
