Page 7 of The Final Temptation (Men of Honor 3.5)
“What a lying slut,” Julia seethes. When I don’t respond, and remain still, she touches my arm gently. “She’s lying, Kayla, I know it.”
I nod and give her a small smile, though not a convincing one. I want to believe Cooper would have nothing to do with her, but why else would she have come here?
We both get into the car, and as soon as I close my door something on my side mirror catches my attention. “Ugh, that bitch!” I growl, staring at the bright red lipstick on my mirror that spells out SLUT.
“Are you serious?” Julia asks, aghast. “She has some nerve!”
I rip some tissue out of my purse and try wiping it off, but it only smears and makes a mess. I give up and toss the garbage in my backseat, then make the mistake of looking toward the ball diamond to see the whore rubbing herself all over Cooper. I quickly look away, because the pain lancing me is heart stopping.
“If you want to change your mind about taking the bitch out I got your back,” Julia offers, trying to lighten the mood.
I release a slight chuckle and look over at her. One of the best things that happened to me was her moving here two years ago. We always have each other’s back, and even though she could never hurt a fly, I know she would swing her fists and try her best just for me. I’d love nothing more than to kick Brittany’s ass, but the charges wouldn’t be worth it. I have to tread carefully; my dad’s trying to get her dad as a client. But the bitch needs to be taught a lesson… Suddenly, an idea forms, and it’s a really good one. I give Julia a mischievous smile.
“Uh oh, why are you smiling like that?” she asks nervously.
“Be ready late tonight and dress in dark clothes.”
“Why, what are we doing?”
I feel my smile spread. “We’re going to get even.”
CHAPTER 3
I decided to have Julia meet me at the park late that night, knowing it wouldn’t be smart for either of us to have our cars for this.
At five after eleven she comes jogging down the dark path that’s marginally lit up by the houses on either side. She’s out of breath by the time she reaches me. “Okay, I’m here. Sorry I’m late, I was with Jax.”
“It’s all right. It’s better that we’re later anyway. Come on.”
We start walking toward Brittany’s house and she eyes the bag in my hand with curiosity. “What’s in there?”
“Our props.” When I feel her continue to stare at me with questions I give her a few more details. “We’re going to fuck with her car like she did mine.”
She stops abruptly. “Oh, Kayla, I don’t think this is a good idea. I hate her as much as you, but what happens if we get caught?”
“We won’t. Her place is massive so her neighbors aren’t that close.” She watches me hesitantly. “Look, someone needs to teach this bitch a lesson and I’m going to do it. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I will completely understand. Or you can just stand and keep watch.”
She blows out a breath. “No, of course I’m coming with you. I’m just scared of getting caught. Jax will kill me.”
I roll my eyes. “Well tell the guy he has no say in your life unless he’s fucking you.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she bites her lip. “Do you think he finally would if I said that?”
We stare at each other for a long moment then burst into a fit of laughter and start walking again. “He will come around one day. I know he cares about you, you can see it every time he looks at you.”
She shrugs and I know it’s because she doesn’t believe me. “I talked to him about what happened with Brittany earlier,” she starts quietly. “We were right, she lied. He never slept with her and he was pissed when I told him what she said to us. He also said, as far as he knows, Cooper hasn’t had anything to do with her since they broke up.”
As glad as I am to hear that I’d rather hear it from Cooper, to know it’s the truth. “I hope that’s the case, because if not, Julia, then I will have to make the decision to give up and move on. It was hard enough on me when he dated her, but if he’s been screwing her for the last year, after knowing my feelings for him…” I shake my head, unable to say it. I can’t even think it.
She links her arm with mine to offer comfort and we walk the rest of the way in silence. A few minutes later we turn down the street with big, fancy houses and I’m thankful to see Brittany’s lame, pink BMW is parked on her driveway and not in her garage.
“Come on.” I start jogging, pulling Julia with me.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m so scared for this,” she whispers, trying to keep up.
I roll my eyes at what a worrywart she is. “Would you stop worrying? We will do this quick—it will be done and over with before you know it.”
I get down on my knees next to the driver’s side door and Julia follows suit. “Okay, what are we doing?”
I hand her the jar of peanut butter and a knife. “Put this under the handle of her door.” With a giggle she takes the peanut butter and does what I say. Next, I reach in and grab a baggie filled with small rocks I gathered earlier, and proceed to put them into the small holes of her hubcaps.
“What does that do?” she asks, moving closer to me.
“It makes a bunch of racket and sounds like her tires are about to fall off.” I shrug. “I did some research in a quick amount of time.”
“It won’t cause an accident, will it?”
“No, of course not. I want to teach the bitch a lesson, not kill her or, more importantly, someone else.”
