Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

It's not hard to see how our companion gets lost. He shrugs his shoulders and looks around for support.

- I came with everyone else"

"You were called?"

"Well, Lana called and told everyone to come"

"Did you bring any dope?"

In a moment, guy's face shows self-confidence and even a slight expression of superiority, which can be labeled as "Did you doubt me?"

"Of course. I always have supplies in my pockets to hang out cool."

For confirmation, the guy pats himself in the pockets of his beach shorts.

Matthew clucked, and I feel his chest stiffen.

"I'll say it once, and won't say it again" Comes a steely voice next to my ear "Pack your pockets and get the fuck out of my house. I don't want you or your trinkets here again."

Sergio didn't seem to expect this. His eyes flicker, and he shifts from foot to foot.

"Cash, but you loved..."

Before he could finish, Matthew thrusts his hand sharply forward, frightening the poor guy almost to the point of fainting. He recoils, thinking he's going to get hit in the face. Actually, that's what I thought would happen, too. But Matthew folds his fingers, showing the lock that he closes, and it almost gives me a fit of laughter.

"I won't tell you again. I'm going to force you out."

He ain't kidding. Of course the bastard isn't kidding. Sergio knows it himself, and walks quickly away toward the exit.

I turn around in my psycho's arms and squint at the setting sun, his face playing in the rays.

"You know, you don't have to make a showdown in front of me."

With a sniffle, he pulls me close to him and smirks.

"Why is that?"

"Because it turns me on."

A big smile spreads across his satisfied face.

"Then I'll take you to all the showdowns, Reenah, so I can fuck you right at the end of each one."

Instead of answering, I laugh, feeling the unchanging wave of excitement in my lower abdomen.

After a long, shaky kiss, our acquaintances pull up to us. While Matt greets them, I notice Lana's gaze fixed on us. She stands with the girls near the bar, ignoring their lively conversation, and looks at me. For a few seconds she streaks an unreadable look, which Matthew immediately intercepts.

When the girl turns away, he pulls me to him and whispers in my ear:

"Rie, she'll get used to it. She'll come to you. Right now she's fighting childish resentment and friendly jealousy. Give her time."

I nod, trying to believe. Even Vikky, my childhood acquaintance, wasn't as hard for me to leave behind as this girl.

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