Micha did the exact same thing I did. He slowly turned his gaze on his girl. Now, that arched browwasone of shock.
“I’m sorry.” Riley sat forward and braced her elbows on her knees. “Did you say wife?”
I could literally hear everyone hold their breath as we all turned our attention to Shelby, who was white as a sheet. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, and then she looked up at the roof and sucked her words back.
Meanwhile, Riley’s eyes were getting darker by the second.
“Um… well,” Shelby paused and once again looked up with her brows knit. “The thing is…”
“You got married,” Riley finished for her.
“Kinda?”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Uh… Well…”
This shit was amusing as fuck. Never thought I’d see the day that that girl wouldn’t have anything to say. Logan apparently agreed, because he threw his arms on the top of the couch and sat back with a shit eating grin. Then again, his smugness could stem from the fact that he’d sealed the deal before Micha. Either way, things were about to get interesting.
I thought for sure Shelby would try and come up with some excuse. Instead, she snapped her suddenly angry glare on Logan. “This is all your fault!”
“What did I do?” Logan whined back at her. “You said the vows.”
“Don’t turn this around on her,” Riley piped in while waving her finger through the air. “What’d you do? Get her drunk?”
Logan’s green eyes widened. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t act all innocent. I know you did something.”
“You should hear what he just said to me.” Shelby sat back, crossed her arms, and gave Logan a dirty look. “He has no control.”
I couldn’t help but snicker when Logan glanced from one to the other with his mouth hung open. Never come between two chicks. They’ll always find a way to turn that shit on you.
I was so caught up in the amusement of watching Logan dodge their wrath that I almost didn’t hear my phone ding. The second I read the text, I wished I’d ignored it.
London: Leave Harper alone!
When the fuck did Star leave the room?
Whatever, I blamed this shit on Silas. He couldn’t have dated some bitchy cheerleader that minded her own business. No, he had to go for the girl with a savior complex.
Me: Blow me London, I haven’t touched your friend.
London: Bullshite! I saw the bruises Mason.
Bruises? What the fuck was she talking about?
Me: What bruises?
London: You know damn well what bruises. Leave her alone! Or so help me…
Why would she think I hit her? Yeah, I was an asshole to Harper, but I never physically hit her. Fuck sakes, one slap from me could kill someone her size.
The soft clink of handcuffs rang through my head and suddenly I was ten-years-old again.
‘I’m sorry Louis, but Mason is going to have to come with us.’
My fingers tightened around the phone. Did Harper say something? Of course she fucking did. Lying bitch. This shit was not happening again. People in town already gave me enough sideways glances. Seven years later and they still thought I was a monster.
