Page 74 of The Tenth Circle
“They aren’t like…still in touch, right?”
“Fuck no, she hasn’t heard a peep from him since before he left.”
Relief washes over her. “Okay, good. Because the last thing my dad needs is another bitch.” She pauses. “No offense.”
“None taken, Mom ain’t a bitch.”
Theory examines her nails. “I know my dad marrying your mom so fast isn’t ideal. But I gotta say…I’m pretty excited.”
I raise an eyebrow, the idea unfathomable to me even though my best friend Bex’s mom married her husband even quicker.
A blended family isn’t necessarily a foreign concept to society. But becoming stepsiblings with a guy you fear, hate, and find hot simultaneously sure is.
“Why the heck are you excited?”
Casting a glance across the room, Theory replies, “Because now I’ll get to have a sister.”
Her words slice me open for so many reasons.
None of which I have the means to stitch up at the moment.
Point proven as my bedroom door flies open, shadowing it, a maniacal Saint. Who, judging by his raging eyes, I’d say his hatred toward me is undeniable.
Exactly how he promised it would be.
“Oh, you are one stupid bitch.” He seethes, zeroing in on me with leather oxfords banging against hardwood.
I jump to my feet, and, just as Saint locks a hand around my arm, tell him, “Takes one to know one, motherfucker.”
He pulls me harshly into his chest. “You got a brass cunt between those legs, Jimi.”
“You would know more than anyone.”
“Saint!” Theory yelps, turning her brother’s lip twitch into a full on scowl. “What the heck? Get off her!”
His eyes are on me like saucers, dancing with fury as he reluctantly does what she says.
I couldn’t hold back this look of satisfaction if my life depended on it. And, considering who’s got their death glare on me, it just may.
The flames inside me are burning, though.
Eager to strike hot once again.
“Why are you—” Theory attempts to speak, but her brother cuts her off with a raised hand.
“You think this marriage changes anything, Jimi?” He steps completely into my space. “Some bullshit vows our parents swear beforeGodcan save you from me?”
“I don’t needsavingfrom anyone, you raging prick. Especially not you.”
I talk a big game, but it’s becoming more and more evident I’ll be needing some sort of divine intervention to get through any of this…dare I say…family drama?
Theory grows physically uncomfortable, taking a step closer, mouth opening to speak again.
“Stay the fuck out of it, Theory!” he barks at her like a rabid dog. “This doesn’t involve you.”
But of course it does.
All of the hostility vibrating off him has everything to do with his little sister and what I said about her.
