Page 152 of Relentless

All of us deserve a shot at a better life.

And I have the chance of making it happen.

Sucking in a deep breath, I prepare to face the downpour and to discover what’s waiting for me inside.

JD’s car is here, so at least they haven’t put themselves at risk by doing something stupid like leave.

The second I open the front door, I hear the music. It might not be as loud as the party I left not so long ago, but something tells me that the people under this roof are going to be having just as much fun.

The image of the three of them on the coffee table, not so long ago, comes back to me, fueling my frustration, and I storm down the hallway.

I’ve no idea what to expect when I march into the kitchen, where the music is booming, but it’s certainly not what I find.

The room is deserted with the lingering scent of something I assume Alana has cooked. My brows pinch in confusion, but then movement outside the doors catches my eye and I move closer.

“What the hell are you doing?” I bark, the second I find Alana standing on top of my outside table. She’s wearing one of JD’s shirts, but there’s not much point because it’s soaked through and clinging to every curve on her body.

Her hair is plastered to her face and neck as she sways her hips in time with the music. And unsurprisingly, the two assholes out here with her are staring up at her as if she’s just hung the moon.

“Aw, honey, you’re home,” Alana shouts before launching herself off the table in my direction.

“Holy fuck.” I grunt, managing to catch her before she stumbles to the deck. “Seriously?” I bark, steadying her on her feet with my hands around her slim waist.

She looks up at me, her sopping, see-through shirt soaking me when she presses the length of her body against mine.

I should shove her away, but I can’t bring myself to do it when she’s looking up at me with huge, wide—

“You’re wasted and stoned,” I blurt, suddenly understanding why she’s willing to get this close without trying to castrate me.

“Mav makes the best cocktails,” she slurs. “And JD has the best weed.”

“So he should. It’s Hawks weed.” I grunt.

I stare down at her as her eyes search every inch of my face as if she’s looking for something specific. I know the moment she finds something because her entire body tenses and her lips press into a thin line.

Reaching out, she traces something on my cheek before she leans in and… sniffs me.

“You’ve been with a woman,” she states, her voice hard and cold as she harshly shoves me away from her.

“What?” I snap. “I haven’t been—”

“You’re right, little dove. There’s definitely lipstick on his collar,” JD teases, looking equally as stoned as Alana.

“I haven’t been with a woman. I went to the guys’ party and… wait, are you jealous?” I ask, looking at the fuming woman standing before me with her arms crossed under her tits.

Her chin drops at my accusation, her full pink lips forming a perfect O.

“Jealous?” she spits. “Puh-lease. I’m feeling sorry for the woman, is all.”

My lips curl into a smirk.

“Oh yeah, that’s totally the issue.”

“Any woman outside this house is welcome to you. Now,” she says, turning her back on me so fast that I only just miss getting slapped by the wet strands. If I hadn’t hacked it off last week then it definitely would have. “I’m not letting you ruin our party. JD,” she demands, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward her tabletop dance floor. “You and me, let’s move.”

His eyes find mine a beat before he’s pulled up and what I find lingering makes my chest tighten. Something happened here tonight. Something bad.

But as he grabs her hips in his hands and drags her ass back against his dick, I can’t find it in me to rip him away from enjoying himself.

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