Page 104 of No Romeo
How could I have let that happen?
I shoved out of the recliner, ignoring my brother calling my name as I stormed toward the door and outside. The second the door banged shut behind me, I screamed and launched a fist into the wooden post by the stairs.
How the hell had I not known?
Lola hadn’t betrayed me. But I sure as hell had betrayed her because I didn’t know, and I should have.
I’d called her a whore. I’d hated her and given her shit… Angry tears spilled down my cheek and I threw another punch at the post, splitting my knuckles.
Nausea twisted my gut as I crossed the leaf-covered yard.
The door creaked open behind me. I knew it was my brother.
“Just give me some time,” I shouted, then continued down the street, anger and regret thumping through my veins.
I had forty-six days before Johan Taylor got out. And I was going to kill that motherfucker.
Chapter39
LOLA
46 Days later
43 days later
Nothing beat a lazy Saturday of Hendrix, sex, and eating crap food. It had been over a month since we’d been back together, and it was as if we’d never been apart. I didn’t think I could possibly love him more than I did two years ago, but I did.
After getting expelled, he was studying for his GED. I was going to graduate in a few months, and thanks to the raffles, we almost had enough money to get the roof fixed. I even got to see my sister whenever I wanted, and Hendrix tolerated Chad. Life was finally good.
The last two years might have been worth it.
I’d just gotten off the phone with Gracie when I walked into the living room. Both Zepp and Hendrix’s attention was glued to the TV.
I passed by the Christmas tree filled with twinkling, colorful lights, and I fell onto the couch beside Hendrix. “What are we watching?”
“Some dumb crap Zepp turned on.”
Zepp glared at Hendrix from the recliner in the corner of the room. “It’s calledHuman Centipede.”
My attention drifted back to the screen just as a guy sewed someone’s lips to someone’s asshole. “What the hell, Zepp?”
“Tell me this isn’t entertaining,” he said, blowing another cloud of smoke through his lips. “The guy’s a grade-A psycho.”
“Just like your soulless, ginger girlfriend.”
Hendrix liked to make out as though he hated Monroe, but I didn’t think he could really hate someone who made his brother happy. He’d even stolen some fairy Christmas ornament with ginger hair and called it Red.
“Be nice,” I said, smacking his thigh.
He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. “I’ll give you nice.”
Zepp groaned. “Would you two shut up so I can watch this?”
Huffing, I glanced at the screen where they werestillsewing assholes to faces. “I mean, does he shit in her mouth? Is she living on crap? Surely, the last person in the shit chain would die? So many questions.”
Hendrix nudged me. “How do they swallow all that shit without choking on their own vomit?”
“It’s not a very well thought out plot.”
