Page 110 of No Saint
I grabbed Megan’s shirt to pull her away. “Let her go, you nut job!”
She lashed out, her nails clawing my cheek. I didn’t know if anyone had even noticed this fight, thanks to the tampon-wielding women giving the guys a run for their money. “Help! Anyone?”
Jesus, Megan was stronger than her scrawny ass looked.
“What the actual fuck?” Wolf’s voice rose above the screams, right before one of his tattooed arms wrapped around Megan’s waist, hauling her off like she was nothing more than a flea-riddled stray.
I knew he was just breaking it up, but the sight of him touching her, looking like he was saving her, fed that little seed of insecurity her words had planted. He dragged her outside, hopefully kicking her the hell out.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it as the blue and red flash of police sirens bounced through the windows. Most of the partygoers scattered. Rogue barked at Cassie and me to go upstairs while he handled it.
A few minutes later, the front door banged close. I’d expected Wolf to come upstairs, but when he didn’t, I went downstairs to check on him.
Both he and his truck were gone. The last I’d seen, he had been with Megan, and now he was missing. He might have just been driving her home, but that, in itself, pissed me off. The girl had slashed my tires, been a total bitch, and gotten into a fight with my friend. In what world did he think it was okay to give the psycho he’d dated, or screwed—whatever he’d done—a ridehome? She deserved to be dumped on the street like the feral bitch she was.
I sat in the middle of Wolf’s bed, trying my hardest not to think the worst. Trying to forget the smug smile Megan had on her face when his arm had wrapped around her.
For an hour, I sat watching Maverick and Goose move around their cage—the cage Wolf had bought them. For me.
Even with that reminder, I tore at my thumbnail, trying to convince myself that Wolf didn’t want her, that she was crazy. But he’d told her I was his blackmailed little sister. While that was the truth, the very fact that he’d spoken to her bothered me. Nora, Megan… Did he just have a collection of exes he kept around?
As the minutes ticked by, my imagination ran wild, picturing them together, the stereotypical football player with his blond, busty cheerleader.
By the time the muffled noise of the front door closing came from downstairs, I’d convinced myself that Wolf was just playing me and I was the ugliest person to walk the earth. Footfalls came up the steps before the bedroom door creaked open.
Squishy shot in, zooming straight to the bed and hopping onto it, but my attention was aimed at Wolf. I wanted to control myself, pretend like I didn’t care, but the moment his gaze met mine, the toxic jealousy that had been bleeding through my veins for the past hour leaked out. “Did you have a nice time with Megan?”
Mumbling “shit” under his breath, he rounded the bed and plugged his phone into the charger. “I was not with Megan.”
“You didn’t come back foran hour! I tried to call you five times.”
“I kicked her out, told her never to talk to me again. The cops showed up, thanks to your and Cassie’s bullshit, then gota call—right before my phone died—that Dog had escaped Miss Seaton’s.”
My attention drifted to Squishy, who sat beside me like a proud emperor. A moment of relief washed through me, but it was short-lived. “Truth or not, there’s clearly something between you and Megan.”
His nostrils flared on a deep huff. “There isn’t jack shit between us.”
“There’s enough for her to try to rip out my fucking hair! And slash my damn tires.” I should have stopped there, but with each passing second, my blood pressure rose, and the insanity took hold. It was like watching a wreck I couldn’t stop. “Did you date her?”
“Oh my fucking God.” Dropping his head back, he swiped his hands through his hair, biceps flexing. “I fucked her. Once. When I was shitfaced drunk. Happy?”
I couldn’t stop the image of him and her, naked, kissing, fucking, from popping to the forefront of my mind.
“Girls don’t go absolutely bat shit over a fuck, Wolf.” My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty, of that bitter jealousy I so badly wished I could snuff out. “But let me guess, you’re stillfriendswith her, right?”
His gaze hardened. “Jesus Christ! It was one time, when you,” he pointed at me, “didn’t want anything to do with me!”
“I didn’t want anything to do with you because you moved on from me faster than I could say we’re fucking done!”
His phone vibrated on the nightstand. My gaze snapped over to it, my blood boiling when I saw Nora’s name flashing on the screen.
“Speak of the devil.” Laughing, I snatched the device from the charger, then chucked it at him, as hard as I could, barely missing his head. “Nora wants to talk to you. So much for telling her not to call you anymore.” I felt stupid for believinghim, stupid for believing in us. My emotions mixed and whirled, anger, hurt, humiliation, all culminating into something I could barely manage. “Guess I don’t matter that much after all.” I shoved off the bed, storming past him to the dresser.
“I told her not to call me. That I was with you. What do you want me to do, block her number?”
I grabbed my backpack from the floor. If he’d told her not to call, that we were together, and she still felt the right to… All that did was send all those old feelings of inadequacy rising to the surface. “I’m not your keeper, Wolf,” I said, fighting tears as I raked my body spray and hairbrush into my bag.
“What are you doing?”
