Page 56 of Reviving Kendall

His face turns into an ugly sneer, “Wow. Not straying too far from the trailer park with this one, are you?”

Confusion muddles my brain for a second before it clicks that he’s talking about Lucas. He must have his sleeves pushed back so you can see his tattoos and assumed. “Are you fucking serious?” I say, my temper going as red hot at Mav’s earlier.

“Look,” he says throwing up his hands in surrender, “I didn’t come here for any trouble. That’s what I get for trying to be nice to the outcast, right? It’s just amazing that you’d choose to stick with trash when you can have something better.”

Lucas steps up against my back as I say, “Just get in your fucking piece of shit car and leave Billy.”

Then as if he just remembered something turns back around with a laugh, “Oh shit, that’s what kind of car your other trailer trash boyfriends died in wasn’t it?”

Goose clears the side railing of the porch in one jump, and I get the pleasure of watching Billy’s eyes go wide in fear. However, this isn’t Goose’s fight. Billy looks back to me, and I punch him harder than I’ve ever hit anyone in my life. One of my fingers pops, but I don’t even feel the pain from it. His nose gushes blood, and all I can think is of hitting him again. Goose stops next to us, realizing that I’ve taken care of it. He’s normally as sweet as Lucas, but the murderous look he’s throwing Billy is scary, even to me.

“Goddamn it. You broke my fucking nose,” Billy wheezes out.

“You’re fucking lucky that’s all that’s broken, asshole,” Goose tells him.

He shakes his head and backs up towards his car without turning away, “This is so not worth the two hundred bucks.”

My mouth drops open and there’s no stopping Goose this time. He has him pinned against the side of his car before I can even move to stop him.

“What did you say?” he growls at him.

Billy looks pathetic with blood pouring down his chin and onto his shirt, as white as a ghost, facing Goose, “Derrik paid me months ago to woo, fuck and leave her.”

I catch Goose right before his fist connects with Billy’s face, “Stop. Babe, please stop.”

Billy’s eyes widen, “I thought you were with the other one.”

Neither of us bother to respond to him. I pull on the hand I have in mine until Goose lets him go completely.

I should have just let Goose punch him, because the next thing he says is, “Guess Derrik was right. You really will sleep with anybody.”

Mav and Teagan, the two that I’m more afraid of getting in the middle of this, come down the steps at his words.

But I’ve had enough. I turn and knee Billy right in the balls. He drops like a stone. Goose gives him a full ten seconds before he lifts him up by the front of the shirt and hauls his ass around to the driver’s side door, “Now get the fuck out of here.”

“I’ll have you guys locked up for this,” he threatens, digging his keys out of his pocket.

Teagan laughs, “You can try, asshole. My dad is Steve Morgan. He’ll bury your ass in paperwork for five years before I ever see the inside of a jail cell.”

Apparently, the name rings a bell for Billy, because he jumps in the Camaro and spins out as he pulls away.

Lucas comes up on my right and grabs my hand. I let out a yelp and jerk my hand back.

“Did you hurt your hand, baby? Let me see,” he says softly.

Goose looks over his shoulder, “If it’s moving, then she just jammed it.”

“Come inside,” Lucas tells me, “let’s take a look at it.”

Passing by Mav and Teagan, the latter pulls me to him away from Lucas, “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He tucks his hands underneath my arms as he slams his mouth down on mine. Once he’s had his fill, he picks me up and spins us in a circle.

“We need to get inside for real, though. Someone probably already called the cops,” Lucas says as Teagan puts me down.

“Forget where you are baby?” I ask him, using his pet name for me. “You’re in the trailer park. They don’t call the cops out here unless shit gets real bad.”

Words Of Wisdom

“Wakey, wakey,” a girly voice says shaking my ass above the covers.

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