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Fucking.
Night!
My pulse raced so fast I nearly choked on it.
This bitch wasn’t here for her Dollar Store, five-year-old’s party bag piece-of-sparkly-shit hair clip. She was hoping for a repeat, and everything about her made me want to take her broken hair clip and shank her eyes out.
I inhaled a deep breath, willing my psychotic tendencies to calm as I painted a smile on my face. “Hendrix doesn’t do repeats,Virginia. Unless it’s me.” I swept my gaze over her. “And I broke your stupid hairclip.” Then I slammed the door in her face. Cunt.
I stood in the entranceway, staring at the staircase while the thought of him screwing her only hours before he was inside me burrowed into my brain. Everything about it sent me descending into a blind rage. I felt soiled and disrespected in the absolute worst way.
I stormed into the living room and picked up the first thing I saw—his PlayStation controller—and launched it at the wall on my way to the kitchen. It made a wonderful crack. Good, I hoped it was broken.
Next, I opened the pantry and took his entire new box of Pop-Tarts before stomping back to my room. If there was one thing that had always pissed Hendrix off, it was someone stealing his precious Pop-Tarts.
I’d eat the whole box, even if it made me sick.
Chapter15
HENDRIX
My stomach grumbled for the Taco Casa I knew was waiting for me as Bellamy and I cut down the dark street toward his ex’s house. It had been nearly a month since Tony had asked us to steal a car, and I was horny at the prospect of the grand each of us would take home.I needed that money like a bear needed a shit.
Bellamy stopped just out of reach of the streetlight, then ducked behind a half-dead bush. “Shit. Nikki’s old man’s pickup is in the drive. Maybe we should—”
I punched him in the shoulder hard enough he nearly fell into the shrub. “Stop being a puss, Bell.” Maybe he could afford not to steal the car. I couldn’t. “Tony specifically asked for a Z28, and you know as well as I do Salami Tits’s dad has one parked in the backyard.”
Bell peeked around the bush at the house. “He pulled a gun on me once for pissing in the yard, Hendrix. It’s my first semester in college. I don’t want to want to die.”
“You said he has bad aim.”
The electronic glow from the television in the front room was the only light on in the place. Everyone in Dayton knew Mr. Wright was a raging drunk. Chances were, he was passed out in his Lazy-Boy recliner.
Checking over my shoulder, I could just make out the shadow of Wolf’s truck parked down the street, engine running, headlights off.I gave him the hand signal, letting him know we were going in before I crept through the overgrown grass.
Bellamy huffed, then followed me around the side of the house. “This is stupid as hell.”
“Everything we do is stupid as hell.”
I climbed over the dead trunk that had flattened half the chain-link fence, then hopped into the yard.
Moonlight reflected off the hood of the bright-red Camaro parked beside a broken swing set.
“I swear to God, Hendrix. He’ll recognize us if he sees us. If we get arrested...” Bell glanced at the house behind us, nerves visibly rattled like we hadn’t spent the last three years stealing cars—and only one of us had gone to jail for it. Zepp. And he had nothing to do with the car he was arrested for stealing. That was all Monroe James and her redheaded devil self.
“He’s too drunk to see straight. No one’s getting arrested.”
“All right. If I get shot, I’m going to kill you
“Out of the two of us, he’ll definitely pick off your ass. You’re slower, and, for once, I’m not the one who fucked his daughter.”
Grumbling, Bellamy dropped his dad’s police bag to the ground with a thud. Within a matter of seconds, the lock was popped.
He went to climb behind the wheel, but I snatched his shirt and yanked him back.
“What the hell are you doing, Hendrix?” He shoved me, but I still managed to place myself between him and the car.
“You’re shit at hotwiring. I let you have the last car we stole—thirty-seven days ago—and I could have beat one out on a saltine cracker by the time you finally got it started.”
