Page 32 of UnWholly Angels
Heading back to the locker room, I noticed the place was empty now and got to work cleaning up. Grabbing extra clothes from my bag, I headed to the tiled room and washed off the evidence. The water ran down my skin, cooling all the heated rage that sparked my system. I may be psychotic at times, but I really loathed killing people. That was why only the guilty had ever seen what I was capable of. I groaned, resting my head against the wall, thinking about everything. At this point, I had two choices: keep pretending or show Maya how I felt, how I’d never stopped feeling.
Once I’d finished and grabbed my bag, I made my way to the car and clenched my jaw, sliding into the driver's seat. Regret soon filled me for whoever would have to clean up that mess. I should have done what I'd planned, but then I would be like them. It wasn’t who I am. What I did have was a hardened cock and anger so prevalent, my teeth should be nubs at this point from grinding them. Grabbing my phone from the passenger seat, I sent another message.
Riley
Are you still angry?
Freckles
You still have some groveling to do, maybe on your knees. I’ll decide later.
Riley
Not going to happen.
Take a shower and wear the red number that’s in the second drawer.
Freckles
Why?
Riley
Because you’re about to have the best goddamn hate fuck of your life.
Then in the morning, we talk like adults.
Freckles
You have one hour, or I’m going to bed.
Riley
Awake or asleep doesn’t matter to me. Tonight, you’re getting fucked in whichever hole I feel like giving attention to.
The house was eerily quiet as I stepped in and closed the door behind me. There was no way Maya was in bed; it was only ten o’clock at night, and there had been two cars in the driveway when I pulled in. Through the darkness, I couldn’t tell who they belonged to, though. After my altercation with Lorenzo tonight, fear coursed through me, and I found myself taking the stairs two at a time to figure out who was here.
Jumping to conclusions was my forte, always stuck in my head about everyone around me. I needed Maya to help quiet the voices that whispered that I’d never be good enough, orsuccessful enough, to deserve someone like her. Her bratty attitude had kept me on my toes, but I’d be lying if part of me wished I’d never fallen in love in the first place; that one percent that wished I’d never gotten involved in all of this shit.
The door to the guest bedroom was open, and a draft blew through the open window. My heart palpitated as I made my way to it, immediately letting out a breath when the sound of laughter touched my ears.Who is on the roof with her?
Multiple voices could be heard echoing through the wind, and I turned to leave, giving them much needed privacy. That moment was interrupted by my insistent need to eavesdrop, though. I found myself frozen, and it wasn’t from the cold. I didn’t have firsthand experience with a conversation like this, and I needed to know how she felt about me. I was grateful it was just Chloe and Elizabeth with Maya. I almost thought I’d have to commit two murders in the span of an hour.
Opening the window a bit wider, I climbed through, making sure I didn’t alert them. The cold air nipped at the tip of my nose as I tried to listen in on them. It felt so wrong, but I couldn’t help but laugh at myself with the thought that I would know all their juicy secrets.
Most of it was about kids or what purse would match with which outfit. Plans after games, the normal stuff. Then, I heard a slight shift before Maya spoke up.
“A tired fuck is better than nothing at all,” she sighed. “The most action I’m probably going to get is when his thigh brushes against mine when I watch him play video games.”
“Please tell me Angel at least plays a different team.” The voice replied, sounding out of breath. I rolled my eyes.Chloe.
“Well, I haven’t seen him in action yet, but I’m sure he’s arrogant enough to play the Cardinals, on career mode. You should see him yell at himself; it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.I stood at the top of the stairs last night. I had to run back to the bedroom before I laughed my ass off.”
She heard me last night? I almost felt bad for waking her, almost. Now, I didn’t because she was being rude.
“Noah can be the same. Be thankful that Angel has other means of de-stressing. It’s always bikes. If I’m not worrying about Noah taking a bad hit, I have to worry about him crashing, he just…takes off and finds the longest stretch of road when there aren’t races. I feel like asking him to stop would be like taking away a piece of his soul, no way I can do that. His brother is worse,” Elizabeth added, her voice laced with worry.
It was nice to see Maya getting to know the other wives, aside from being glued to Chloe. Maybe they could help her in ways I couldn’t. Elizabeth Stryker was a party girl before she found herself tied down. Noah, being a true and tried man, helped her through some pretty serious times. Maybe she could provide some insight in a place I had no knowledge of.
