Page 16 of A Hurt So Good

The guys climbed out of the car and went inside while I stood outside in this sketchy neighborhood in the driveway. I needed a minute to regain some sense of self-control. I can’t believe I let them do that to me, but damn were they hot. They don’t look like Jarrod, but they are certainly not lacking in the looks department.

“Who the hell are you?” I hear a female voice behind me. I spin on my overpriced heel and come face to face with some girl.

“Who are you?” She scoffs and steps closer to me. Shit, I’m going to have to fight this girl while wearing one of mom’s expensive dresses.

“You’re standing on my boyfriend’s driveway,” she smarts off. I look down and then at the house behind me before turning back to her.

“And your point?”

“My point is, what the hell are you doing here?” She yells louder this time. I hear the screen door behind me close. I turn to see Harlon coming out and looking between us.

“I see you’ve met the neighborhood slut,” he says, eyeing her up and down.

“Fuck off, Harlon.”

“You wish any of us would fuck you.”

“Who is she? Where is Denz?” she asks. Harlon chuckles and shakes his head before turning to me.

“You think you can help us out really quick?” he asks. I nod my head when he ushers me toward the door, resting his hand on the small of my back. A shiver runs down my spine as I step inside the house. “Down at the end of the hall,” he says. I nod and walk down the hall, glancing into one of the rooms. Harlon moves quickly behind me and pulls the door shut so I can’t see anything. I don’t turn to look at him; I just keep walking.

When I step into the last room, I see War sitting on the edge of the bed with a girl lying down.

“Who is she?” the girl asks, staring me up and down.

“This is Arya. She’s going to help you to the bathroom,” Harlon says. I smile and give her a little wave before she rolls her eyes.

“I said I don’t need a goddamn babysitter,” she snaps, looking to War. He just smirks and helps her stand from the bed and leads her into the bathroom.

“Put your hands on the sink,” he orders her. She reaches out and places her hands on the edge of the sink, but I can see her wince. “You want me to put you on the toilet?”

“Fuck no, I do not. Get out, War,” she snaps at him. War steps out and motions for me to go in, which I do. The door closes behind us, and the girl rolls her eyes.

“They’re annoying.”

“They’re men, of course, they are. What do you need?”

“My period’s going to start. I need a pad, but I even though my surgery was laparoscopic, it still hurts like a bitch to bend,” she tells me. I nod my head as she scoots her way over to the toilet and sits down. I bend over and search under the cabinet until I find the pads and pass her one. “Thanks.”

“Need help putting it on?” I ask. She tries to bend to do it but winces again. I reach for it, take it back, and unwrap it before sticking it in her underwear for her.

“I feel like a fool.”

“Nah. We all need help sometimes.”

“I’m just glad it was you and not one of them. I’d never hear the end of it,” she says.

“They’re your brothers?” I ask her. She nods as she finishes up, and I help her stand and move in front of the sink.

“We’re not technically family, but they are Denz’s brothers. Which by default makes them mine, too.”

“I don’t get it,” I blurt, feeling confused.

“It’s a long story, but basically, all the guys have different moms but the same dad. Denz and I have the same mom, different dad.” I nod my head as I try to understand, but that’s a lot to take in. “I’m Sasha, by the way.”

“Arya.”

“I like that name,” she says, smiling over at me. We finish, and I help her back out into her room, where two of the guys wait. Harlon rushes over and takes over, helping Sasha back into her bed. Once they get her settled, they both tell her goodnight and lean down, kissing her forehead.

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