“You’re the one hell-bent on revenge!”
As if on cue, the door flies open, revealing a wide-eyed Macallan on the other side as he takes in the scene. Joey, lying on the bed, practically naked. Me, holding his clothes. Lana, standing a few feet from me, face red with anger.
“What the fuck is going on here?” He blinks and the look of confusion bleeds into something else entirely.
“What the fuck, indeed.” Lana speaks before I have a chance to. “I just came up here and found Joey drugged and naked. Maisie orchestrated the whole thing so that you would come up here and find them together.”
Macallan’s eyes find mine, his gaze narrowing as he takes in the scene more thoroughly.
“That wasn’t my plan. It was hers.” I hold up Joey’s clothes. “I was attempting to get him out of here.”
“Liar!” Lana points her finger at me. “She’s been planning this for days.”
“Enough, Lana.” Macallan’s voice turns lethal as he gives her his full attention. “I know your games well enough by now. But you’ve gone too far this time.”
“You can’t prove anything.” She smiles sadistically. “It’sher word against mine, and well, everyone knows she’s a slut.”
I feel every ounce of color drain from my face, and I contemplate bouncing her head off the wood flooring a few times to knock some fucking sense into her.
“You don’t get to say shit like that.” Macallan moves toward her before I can. “In fact, you don’t get to say shit at all. You are a pathetic waste of space, Lana Crawford, and I regret ever going into that bedroom with you. If I could go back and change one thing in my life, that would be it. Because you have made my life miserable since, and I just want you to go the fuck away!”
He stares at her for several long, tense moments before he turns, stomping toward the bed.
“Come on, Joey. I need you to get up.”
“Mac. Mac. Moo. Mac,” Joey slurs, slapping Macallan’s shoulder when he attempts to help him sit up.
“Fuck.” Mac groans with a shake of his head. “I would take this opportunity to leave if I were you,” he tells Lana over his shoulder, his teal blue eyes blazing with anger.
I watch her stare daggers into his back before slowly doing as he says. I blow out a breath when she reaches the hallway and sag forward in relief when she disappears altogether.
“Can you help me get him dressed?” It takes me too long to realize he’s talking to me, but once I do, I quickly snap into action.
“Of course.” I climb onto my knees on the mattress, rolling up Joey’s shirt before forcing it over his head.
Macallan forcibly pulls him upright and I slip one arm through a hole and then the other before tugging his shirt down his muscular torso.
Under different circumstances, I would rather enjoy seeing Joey Franklin naked, but as it is, I feel half sick.
“I’m sorry she dragged you into this,” Macallan says, grabbing Joey’s feet before twisting him sideways so his legs hang over the side of the bed. Lowering myself back to the floor, I cross around the bed and kneel down to slip Joey’s feet through his pant legs.
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” I say without looking up at him. Tugging Joey’s pants to his knees, I try to ignore the fact that his cock is like two inches from my face. “Pull him to a stand and I’ll get them the rest of the way up,” I tell Macallan.
He nods once, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Joey’s back before hoisting him to his feet. He’s basically dead weight at this point, but Macallan is able to keep him upright long enough for me to pull his pants the rest of the way up before letting him collapse down onto the bed.
“Hey, I know you,” Joey repeats, the slur to his voice so thick now I’m barely able to make out the words.
“She said she gave him some Xanax. Do you think he’ll be okay?” I knead my bottom lip between my teeth nervously.
“Yeah, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to get him out of here like this.” He finally speaks after too long.
“I can help you. Wouldn’t be the first time I helped carry one of your inebriated friends home,” I tease, trying to make light of a pretty fucked-up situation.
“No offense, but I don’t think you’re strong enough to get him down the stairs.”
“Perhaps not. But lucky for you, I’ve got reinforcements. Give me a second.” I spin on my heel and take off down the stairs so fast I damn near face-plant at the bottom, having forgotten that I, too, am somewhat inebriated.
I find Lyric and Kai at the pool table and give them a very vague explanation of what’s going on and that I need Kai and Jackson to help us get Joey to Macallan’s car. Kai jogs off in search of my brother, who is probably going to be quite disappointed by the interruption, given what Lyric told me a few minutes ago.
