Series: Penny Dee
Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Nessa.” Her name leaves my lips, and she pulls back. Her eyes grow wide when she turns to look at me. She didn’t see me sitting there. Of course she didn’t. She only has eyes for him. My stomach churns with hurt, and my brain tries to refuse to believe what I am seeing.
“Leo, what are you…”
“You haven’t been answering my calls,” I say to her, gritting my teeth, my hands shaking with anger. So this is why she hasn’t been answering my calls and sneaking around? For my fucking ex?
“I’ve been busy,” she quickly blurts.
“I can see that.” My eyes fall to Ben, then back to her. I pull out a fifty and leave it on the counter for Soph. “Call me when you aren’t fucking my ex,” I tell her and walk out. Ben says something, but I don’t pay him any attention as I keep moving. The last thing I want to do is listen to him ramble shit. And I know for a fact he is shit in bed, so what she sees in him I will never know. When I get to my car, I hear her calling my name.
“Leo, just stop, will you!” Nessa runs out in her heels and the robe still over her shoulders.
“No.” I throw my purse into the car, and when I see a black car pull up not far from us, I curse under my breath, immediately knowing who it belongs to. I really don’t have the capacity to deal with both of them right now.
“It’s new, Leo. I like him. And I didn’t know how to tell you. He came in one night with some work friends, and we got to talking…” Nessa begins. I go to sit in my car but freeze when Ben talks next.
“Don’t be jealous, Leonore. We ended amicably.” This patronizing motherfucker.
My glare is cutting as I look from him to Nessa. She knows why we ended it. She can’t be that dumb to believe what he says. She knows better; I know she does.
“Shut up, Ben,” she quickly says, still looking at me as if pleading. What the fuck does she expect from me? I thought we were better friends than this. I thought what we had mattered more than some asshole with a cock who doesn’t even know how to use it properly.
“Hang on now, hang on.” Ben lifts a hand and tries to step between us. I step back, and my back hits my car, my nails curling into the car door. Don’t do anything stupid, Leonore. Murder is illegal, I remind myself.
“Move, and get the fuck away from my car,” I growl through a clenched jaw. Don’t do anything crazy.
“No, you are being unreasonable right now.”
I want to throat punch him. Real hard.
Instead, I tell him again, “Move.” Fuck me, I’m turning into a saint as I cling to discipline.
“You should move,” Nessa says to him, knowing I am on my last nerve. Soon my knee is about to be up in his cock—at the very least.
“No, you are being ridiculous right now,” Ben says, then reaches for my arm. I glance at him, shocked that he thinks he can touch me, when suddenly another hand appears over his and twists his wrist at the most unusual angle.
“She asked you to move. What did you not understand?” Silas says. I glance at him to find his dark blue sapphire eyes on Ben, who looks to be on the verge of tears as he stands there with his hand trapped in Silas’s.
“Fuck, man, let it go. You are going to break it,” he screams.
“Good,” Silas says, then snaps Ben’s wrist. Nessa gasps loudly. The crack is loud, and Ben’s screams follow closely behind. Silas removes his hand and shoves Ben to the ground so he’s no longer in my space.
Glancing up at him, I hit him with my biggest “what the fuck was that” stare and find him smirking. “Are you mad, Doc?” he says.
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” I snap at him.
“No, you’re not the forthcoming type…” he says over Ben’s sobs as he stares down at his limp hand. Nessa has thrown herself beside him, panic in her gaze as she looks between me and her new boyfriend. But if she’s chosen to sit in the dirt with a piece of shit like him over our friendship, then so fucking be it.
“Nessa.” Her head snaps to me.
“What?” she yells back, tears springing to her eyes as she removes her robe and tries to wrap it around Ben’s hand as if to support it. Though it’s useless because I am sure that Silas broke it.
I realize then that it doesn’t matter what she has to say or what I have to say, for that matter. She’s very clearly made her decision, and whatever I have to say beyond this point is nothing short of vicious. I just hope she still lets me see Larissa.