I start to make my way to the garage. “Thanks for letting me know,” I say tightly. “The drugs aren’t helping.”
“What drugs?” he questions. “Eve doesn’t do them.”
My skin heats up that he knows her so well. “She was drugged the other night at Blackout. Some kind of topical shit to make her horny.”
He’s quiet for a second before he speaks. “Gen.”
“Who the fuck is she?” I demand, entering the garage.
“It’s a drug. Not a she.”
I roll my eyes, grabbing my helmet. “Well, whatever it is, she’s having major mood swings.” Before he can say anything else, I add. “I’ll text you later.”
I check Eve’s location on my phone. “Goddammit,” I hiss, seeing where she’s at.
Jumping on my bike, I squeal out of the gates of Carnage. I don’t even bother to tell the guys I’m leaving as “Fire Up the Night” by New Medicine blares in my ears.
SIXTY-NINE
EVERETT
Isit at the bar, working on a drink. I’m not sure how many I’ve had at this point. I’ve been here since they opened.
The club is packed on this Friday night. I’m not in a people mood, but I’m in a get-fucked-up mood, and the loud music is drowning out my thoughts. So that helps. Plus, my house is the first place Kashton will go to look for me when he realizes I’m not returning to Carnage.
I spent the day with Janice, pretending to care about food and decorations for a birthday party I don’t want to have, when all I wanted to do was bang my head up against a wall.
Needing to use the restroom, I get up from the bar. I’m hovering over the toilet—you couldn’t pay me enough to sit on them—when I hear the door open and close and several sets of heels clap on the floor.
“Fuck. That man is so fine,” one of them says dreamily.
“Tyson Crawford is definitely my type,” another laughs.
“Yeah, well…did you see the guy who walked in right before us? He’s my type. Motorcycle and all. He can take me for a ride anytime.”
“No. Who was it?” another asks.
“Kashton Pierce.”
I hold in a sigh. No doubt Adam called him, and he’s here to drag me home.
“Bitch, I’d take both of them, and don’t pretend you’d turn down Tyson,” one giggles and I roll my eyes.
“Who’s the Kashton guy?” a third voice questions.
I snort at that.Only the most amazing man alive.
“He’s a Lord.”
“They both are,” one corrects her.
“What’s a Lord? That like some kind of fraternity or something?”
“Yeah,” the first one answers, and I smirk. If that’s what you want to call them.
“They’re the reason I didn’t get to go to Barrington,” one whines.
“But your sister Millie went, didn’t she?”
