Page 51 of 12 Months of Mayhem

Oh no! Oh no!

No. No. No. No.

“Did you see his face?” Mercy giggles hysterically.

“Talk about hilarious,” Kayla says, bending over full out laughing her ass off. “He was totally pissed.”

“I know!” Mercy snorts, shaking her head. “Good call for picking a room in the guest hall.”

It was funny, I want to admit, but I’m not sure if it was a good idea that it was him who got hit by our prank. He didn’t look like he appreciated it at all. It seemed his brothers found it amusing, considering they’d laughed. JC and Lo who had been leaving the hall had turned around in time to see what happened and I heard them curse.

“Mercy, Kayla, April, I swear to fuck I’m going to throttle the three of you,” Twister remarks, finding us sitting outside by the swing set that was built years ago when Kayla and Mercy were just babies. The three of us all played here together loads when we were kids. We still come out here to hang out when none of the younger kids are around. “Do you three not know how to control yourselves?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, but you know us,” Mercy says sweetly, batting her lashes.

“What I know is that you three are in a world of trouble,” Twister states looking at each of us. “You don’t know them. Your prank could have caused a shit load of problems for the club. You’re damn lucky they thought it was funny, and that JC and Lo were smart enough to give them a heads up.”

“Uncle Twister, it’s not like we did anything that was dangerous for them. I mean seriously, you know there’s a lot of other things we could’ve done besides shaving cream and glitter,” Kayla remarks brazenly.

I simply keep my mouth shut. As funny as it was, the prank that we played with them, it’s nothing compared to what we could’ve done. We’ve done a lot more for sure. And worse. Like the time we put hair removal cream in Lo’s girlfriend’s shampoo bottle two years ago. She was a total bitch to us when no one was around. Lo had been pissed with us, he knew what we did, but she’d finally shown her colors.

Twister looks at me and cocks a brow, “Not going to add anything to save your asses?”

I give Twister a small smile just as my phone starts ringing. “You know us,” is all I say and look at my phone. “Sorry, I need to take this,” I tell them and hop off the bench to move away while answering. “Hello.”

No one says anything at first, so I repeat my greeting.

Still there is only heavy breathing that I get in return.

“Look if this is some sort of sick game you’re playing, Samuel, then you can knock it off,” I snap quietly, not wanting anyone to hear me. Samuel was one of the guys at school. Him and his friends have been my tormentors this entire year.

“What will you do to get us to knock it off?” the bastard has the nerve to ask. “You know all you gotta do is. . .”

I hang up before he can finish what he was going to say. I pull the phone from my ear and take a moment to calm myself. I don’t want my friends to know what’s going on and the fact that one of my tormentors is calling me will definitely raise questions.

Shoving my phone in my back pocket, I turn back toward where my friends are and give them a bright smile that I hope they don’t see through. Twister’s still with them and he’s watching me closely. Far too closely for my liking.

I don’t like the idea of him watching me under a microscope. If anyone could read me it would be him or Horse. Well, my best friends could do it too, or maybe even their moms, but those men, they’re not stupid by any means.

Moving back to the group, I rejoin them on the bench. “Sorry about that.”

“Who was that?” Kayla asks, cocking a brow.

“Yeah, since when do you walk away to take a call?” Mercy adds.

“Nobody, just a guy from school.” It wasn’t a lie exactly. It was a guy. Just not someone I wanted to talk to or tell them about.

“A guy? Who?” Mercy demands. “You didn’t tell us you were seeing someone.”

“I’m not,” I tell her. “We’re working on a project for a class we have together. He was seeing if I’d stayed on campus this week or went home. It’s due the Friday after we get back.” A total lie. I mean sure, yeah, we have a project due, but I wasn’t working on it with anyone. It was just me and I already have mine completed and turned in.

“Oh okay,” Mercy says, watching me closely.

Kayla and Twister both just watch me far too close for my liking. I swear sometimes it’s eerie how alike their dads they are. Or maybe I should say my best friends are like their moms.

A throat clears behind us and I twist to see the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I thought it when I saw him outside when they first got here, and I can’t help to think it now even with glitter still stuck to his hand.

“You need something, Fool?” Twister asks.

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