“He wants another meeting soon with your progress,” she said. “I’ll let you know.”
I nodded, and then she spun and disappeared. My hands trembled as I stared at the folder again. I wanted to rip it open and see what he’d sent me, but I also knew the boys would be pissed if I looked without them.
Case in point when Dylan stuck his head inside the door.
“Everything okay in here, Riles?”
Taking a deep breath, I slipped the folder into my own bag and nodded. “Yep, all good. Just some girl talk.”
I winked, but no doubt he could see the serious expression hidden behind my pretend.
“That’s good,” he said with his own fake grin. “There’s a bit of a lineup out here though. You ready to go?”
I snorted at the fact that he kept everyone out so I had privacy. And safety, no doubt.
“Yep, let’s do it.”
I received multiple glares when I emerged, but all of them managed to keep their mouths shut. Dylan’s scary scowl probably had something to do with that. But I like to think it was me.
“Thinks she’s the fucking queen,” some bitch muttered near the end of the line. “Nothing but a used up whore.”
She glared at me from under her platinum blonde hair and thick black eyebrows, and maybe it was the fact we were dealing with so much shit and these cunts would just not stop with the fucking name calling, but I’d had enough.
Spinning away from Dylan, I advanced on her. My expression must have clued her in on how angry I was … that they’d pushed and pushed and now I was about to show them what happened when Riley went over the edge.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I bit out when I was a few feet from her.
She opened and closed her mouth before turning to her friend. Clearly hoping for some support, but the friend was already backing away.
My hand snapped out and grabbed her chin, holding her tight as I forced her to look at me. “You shouldn’t call other women whores,” I said softly. “We should be sticking together in this fucked up world, not dividing amongst ourselves through petty jealousy. My shine doesn’t dim yours, love.”
Some fire came back into her face as she struggled to free her chin from my grip.
“I call it like I see it,” she snarled. “You’re fucking four guys. You had a fucking group of guys at school get a shot with you. You. Are. A. Whore.”
A rumble from behind told me that Dylan had had enough of this bitch. He wasn’t the only one. I released her, and just as the guys had taught me, I swung my body forward and slammed my fist into her face, knocking her back and to the ground. She started screaming and crying, pressing her hand to her cheek as she scrambled away.
I followed, not giving her an inch. “Anything else to say?” I asked. “I mean, any chick that talks about gang rape as having a ‘shot’ at me, doesn’t really deserve to speak, so I can break your jaw. If you’d like some help staying quiet.”
She shook her head frantically, eyes still filled with angry tears. Now though, there was a healthy dose of fear in there as well.
In fact, as I turned around, none of the chicks in the hall looked directly at me. Like they were afraid to catch my eye. That made me grin because apparently the psycho gene was in all Delta heirs.
Linking my arm through Dylan’s, we strolled out of the school to find Beck, Jasper and Evan waiting for us by their cars. All of them had their phones out, and I wondered what the fuck they were watching, until we got close and I heard my voice.
I jerked my head to Dylan. “You filmed me? Asshole.”
He shook his head. “Riles, it was hot as fuck. The guys needed to see you in action.”
I shrugged, not really caring. When I looked again, Beck’s eyes were on mine, and his eyes were blazing hot. He dragged his gaze across my face and down my body, and I actually shivered. My knees felt a little weak, and Dylan was half carrying my weight by the time we got there.
“Butterfly…” Beck drawled.
Jesus. Just … I really needed a come to Jesus talk because I was basically fucking Beck in the parking lot. With my eyes. But if we didn’t get out of here soon, the “whore” slurs would be coming a lot more frequently.
Beck reached out and lifted me clean off the ground before he deposited me in the passenger seat of the Bugatti. His fingers brushed across my nipples as he clicked the belt in, and I groaned, this low breathy, needy sound.
We’d been fighting a lot lately, but in no way at all had that diminished our attraction. If anything, it was heightening it—we were just that fucked up. Beck slid into the car, and the throaty engine roared to life. I moaned again because I wasn’t sure I’d been this turned on for a while, and this car … it was basically my aphrodisiac.
