“Are you wearing make-up?”
My gaze instantly snapped back up to his. “Shelby did it.”
Way to throw someone under the bus, Harper.
“I mean… I didn’t tell her not to.”
“Uh huh.”
His eyes dropped down, making me realize my legs were open, displaying what I had on under my skirt. Mason smirked when I quickly clamped them shut.
I waited for him to say something and laugh at the make-over Shelby had given me, but he didn’t.
He simply stepped over me and said, “I’m going out. Stay in your fucking room tonight.”
“Where are you going?”
Not sure why I asked that. The answer I got was about what I expected.
“None of your damn business.”
Well, at least some things never change.
“Oh, and we’ll talk about what I found on this,” the pit in my gut swirled when he held my phone up over his shoulder. “When I get home.”
I watched him walk away, wracking my brain to think about anything I may have texted. Daddy checked my phone so I was usually pretty careful about what I said. That didn’t mean I hadn’t missed something. Like my chance to fix things with Lana.
Damnit.
My fist tightened,pulling the ache in my knuckles across my hand and down my fingers. The tough bastard I was fighting got a few good hits in, but I took down. I took them all down. Maybe not as callously as I did him. There was a slight chance that I may have pounded on his skull a tad more than I needed to.
Okay, it was more than a chance. Probably should’ve stopped before Silas jumped in the ring and pulled me away. But hey, when someone stepped into that ring they weren’t signing up for Care Bear camp.
A disgruntled sigh came from the back of the Hummer. “I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion, London,” I snarled over my shoulder at the blonde in the back before turning my glare on Silas. “Why’d you have to bring her?”
He steered the Hummer down my driveway and shrugged. “She wanted to come.”
“I thought Harper would be there,” Star added.
‘Why the fuck would I bring her?”
I already couldn’t get those big brown eyes out of my head, the last thing I needed was another distraction.
“You can’t keep her prisoner, Mason.”
“Watch me,” I growled, then added, “Besides, she can leave anytime she wants. All she’s got to do is tell me who fucking hit her.”
Star scoffed out a snicker. “Why would she tell the arsehole who torments her anything?”
My gaze snapped back to hers. “Has she told you?”
Her dark narrowed gaze and crossed arms were enough of an answer for me.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Says the arsehole who beat the bloody hell out of someone,” she huffed while shimmying back against the seat.
