“It’s called a fight, London,” I huffed back at her. “Don’t like it, then don’t come.”
Besides, the shit that went down was all Shelby’s fault.
What the fuck was she thinking, making up Harper like that? Her pouty pink lips were a distraction all night. I could smell the blood and sweat in the ring and hear the crowd cheering, but all I could see was her. All sprawled out on the floor and staring up at me like she was begging to suck my dick.
Fuck me.
I was doing such a good job ignoring her too. Only snuck into her room to watch her sleep four times this past week. Maybe five?
“Stop taking your shit out on her,” Silas grumbled from behind the steering wheel. “I told you this would happen.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
We were banned from Grey’s and that’s all he had to say? I told you so?
Asshole.
“Not my fault Ryan didn’t put his big girl panties on today.”
Old man Grey wouldn’t have had an issue. Then again, he had no idea what his son had done with his beloved record shop.
“Look, Ryan might be a giant prick but this isn’t his fault.”
Someone was bitter. Let’s just say my best friend wasn’t too happy when his favorite sanctuary was transformed into mine.
“You have no control,” Silas added, while sternly pointing at me.
“Says the guy who organizes his socks by color.”
That comment made Star chuckle. At least we agreed on one thing.
His blue eyes swung my way. “That qualifying fight is in six weeks.”
Terry Winters was a heavily sought after coach for MMA fighters. He stumbled across one of my matches this summer while he was vacationing and said he might be interested in taking me on. But I had to prove myself against one of his fighters.
“You can’t lose control like that.”
I waved my hand at Silas. “I’ll be fine.”
It wasn’t like I walked around town fucking up faces for fun. Well, sometimes I did, but tonight was different. I was… unfocused, and maybe a touch enraged. Who could blame me though? I’d had the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind, and the cause of that affliction was sleeping in the room next to mine. Don’t get me wrong, I had options. There were plenty of chicks that’d happily jump on my dick, but that would be like eating a pb and j sandwich when you were craving a steak.
I scrubbed a hand down my face. “I shouldn’t have touched her.”
“What?” Silas and Star said in unison, which was creepy as fuck.
My eyes shifted from the girl in the back, to my best friend. “Do you two have individual thoughts anymore, or have you become a hive mind?”
“Asshole,” Silas muttered and pulled to a stop in front of my house.
I eyed the door, wondering if I really wanted to go in there. That’s whereshewas. Mind you, she was probably fast asleep. On the comfortable bed Iallowedher to have. Every night I stood by the hidden door connecting her room to mine and considered making her sleep on my floor. Like a damn dog.
Maybe I should?
“Hey,” Silas tipped his head to study me. “Do I need to worry about you?”
Probably.
“Yes,” Star piped in.
