Page 104 of Filthy Little Pretties

I spin around after the demand, making her eyes pop open and halting her in place.

“I was thinking about her,” I growl, taking a step closer but stopping. “That’s what I was fucking thinking about. Fuck the company. Evan can have it. Fuck everything.”

Her brows furrow as she approaches me slowly. I can see her thoughts as she tries piecing me back together like a broken puzzle. “Grey. You just need to sleep this off. You aren’t thinking clearly.”

Her hand reaches for my bicep, but I take a step back, looking down with disgust at her gesture. Reaching into my inside breast pocket of my blazer, I pull out my flask. “No. I don’t need to sleep this off.” Shaking it next to my ear, the slosh tells me there’s more, so I flip the top and take a swig, hissing a breath between my teeth. “There isn’t enough sleep. Unless I’m not waking up.” I hold it out, offering some to Caroline’s cold expression. She doesn’t like that answer. “You should be happy—this is what you wanted, Caroline.”

“No, Grey. You were supposed to make her jealous, but this—” She waves her hand at me. “—this is you going off the deep end.”

My shoulders jump as I laugh. “I told you not to speak about shit you don’t know. This is what love looks like when it isn’t returned, sister. That should feel familiar.”

Her eyes narrow as I turn back around and head for the doors again. She’s on my heels as I walk outside and stalk toward my car.

“You aren’t driving, Grey.”Like you could stop me.

She yells words at my back, but I’ve tuned her out. She won’t stop me. She should stop trying. I reach for the handle of my Porsche, but Kai’s hand smacks down on the window, holding the door in place.

“Whoa, Grey. What’s up?”

All the muscles in my jaw work over before I shift my face to his. “Get the fuck out of my way, Kai. I have shit to do.”

“Do not let him leave. He’s acting like a maniac,” Caroline bitches behind me.

Kai blinks, his face dropping, before something that looks like guilt takes over.

“Oh shit, Grey. Donovan told you.” His hand leaves the door as he steps back, but I don’t move. He knows about her and Liam?

Kai rubs the back of his neck and shrugs. “Damn. Listen, I took care of it though. Seriously, I thought I was going to kill Paul—”What the fuck is he talking about?

“Paul…last night?” The words fall out less like a question and more like I’m agreeing.

“Yeah, when he pushed himself on Donovan, I saw red. But she was a badass. Such a brawler. Scratched his face and all. I’m just sorry I let him get to her in the first place.”

Paul touched her. He pushed himself on her.

My neck feels like it’s on fire as my pulse thrums through my veins. All my senses zoom into focus, adrenaline hurtling through me as intense and violent rage take over. My fist comes down hard on the top of my car, buckling the removable metal hardtop.

Kai holds up a hand to try and calm me, but I’ve found a channel. Carved out a path for everything that has my body burning with hate and anger. I grit my teeth, stepping into Kai’s space, face-to-face.

“What the fuck do you mean Paul pushed himself on Donovan?”

His eyes blink rapidly as his mouth drops open in surprise, but it’s replaced by worry just as quickly. “Oh shit. Hold on. You weren’t…she didn’t. Oh fuck. I thought she told you, man.”

His hands come up in front of me in surrender as I push my chest against his, backing him up. His eyes dart to Caroline before he looks back to me, and I pivot to look at her horrified face, pointing my finger at her.

“You knew about this? And conveniently left it out, I bet?”

Her eyes drop to the ground, but she’s lucky I have bigger fish to fry. My head swings back to Kai, whose brows are drawn, lips pressed into a tight line.

“Grey, man…” He motions to Caroline. “She couldn’t have told you—she was off the rails last night. She probably didn’t even see it. Come on, calm down.”

Calm? Donovan is my calm, and now I know that last night, at a club I made way too easy to go to, she was hurt. I was willing to let Liam beat me as a consequence for hurting her today. Paul won’t get the luxury of just a beating. I’m going to kill him.

“I’ll handle you later,” I bellow over my shoulder at Caroline and smack my keys down into Kai’s hand before meeting his nervous eyes.

“We need to pay Paul a visit.”

Ringing. That’s all I hear. Like my eardrums are blown out. My head shifts heavily as I look from person to person. Everything on a lag. Nothing makes sense. I keep shaking my head, but I can’t seem to focus. My feet are moving, I think, but I don’t know where I’m going.