Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series) (7 page)

“Now
these
are shoes,” I say. “Learn well, my little tadpole, and someday you will be an awesome man-killer like me.”

“Whatever you say, Yoda-of-shoes.” She bounces down onto my bed. “So, you excited about seeing Mick?
 
He’s going to be there, you know.”

Since Jersey came into my room and refused to leave before I could give her any of the scoop on Mick, she has no idea that I’m totally sweating her boyfriend’s brother.
 
I’m not even sure I want to say anything to her about it now.
 
It seems silly.
 
I’m definitely PMSing.
 
She’d understand, but she’s already got so much shit going on, I don’t want to burden her with my stupid stuff.
 
I decide to act like there’s nothing to talk about.
 
Besides, there really isn’t.
 
I’m putting a stop to it tonight.
 
My eyebrows will end this for me; I won’t even have to say a word, and Mick will know it’s over before it even began.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing my tiny purse. “We can talk about all the fun stuff in the car.”
 
I breeze past the family room where my parents are on the couch watching a movie.
 
“Later, couch potaters!” I call out over my shoulder.

“Not too late!” my father calls out after me.

“Yeah, right,” I say under my breath.
 
Curfews are for slackers.
 
I consider any night I’m in before two in the morning to be a complete fail.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ON THE WAY TO THE club in Teagan’s car, I finally get around to asking her about her life.
 
It should have been the first thing I talked about when she walked in my door thirty minutes ago, but I was too wrapped up in worries about what Mick would think about my outfit to think straight.
 
I’m going to blame him for my messed up priorities.

“So, what happened at the lawyer’s office?” I ask.

“Oh, shit!
 
I forgot to tell you!”
 
She whacks me on the arm.
 
“They loved your stuff!
 
Said it was awesome.”

“Really?”
 
I warm with the compliment.
 
“Seriously?”

“Yes.
 
They wanted to know what firm you worked for.”

“No shit.” My jaw won’t close.

“No shit, I swear.”

“Man, that is so cool,” I say, picturing myself with a trophy or a medal.
 
“I’m the stuff.
 
The shizzle stick. I should be on Oprah.
 
Except she doesn’t have a show anymore, that wench.”

“Yes, you are, and you should.
 
When I told them you didn’t work for a firm yet, they said when you
do
work for one to let them know.
 
Also they said if you want some side work, they could give it to you and then give you a reference when you go job hunting.”

“Get the fuck out!”
 
I’m so happy I’m not even worried about messing up my lipstick with my huge grin.

“No, I will not!”
 
Teagan’s grinning too.
 
“I told them I taught you everything you know, of course.”

“That goes without saying.
 
What’d they say to that?”

“They asked me about some shit on the spreadsheet you made and I had to confess I had no idea what the hell it was.”

“Nice try, anyway.
 
Props for that.
 
You’ve got big lady balls.”

“Yeah.
 
Speaking of big lady balls, I’m about to kick someone’s lady balls into next year.”

“Your step-mom?”

“Yes.
 
You would not believe the shit she’s pulling.”

“Ohhh, yes I would.
 
Having you kidnapped is pretty high up there on the lady-balls scale.”

“She’s going to get away with it.
 
There’s nothing connecting her to that stuff.”

“That’s bullshit.”
 
I’m instantly pissed.
 
I’m still getting over the idea that I could have lost my friend to those assholes.
 
I’ve never lost anyone I love, and the day I do it’s going to be more than awful.
 
Like Jersey, I don’t take letting go of things I care about well.

“Tell me about it.
 
But …,” she turns onto the main road that will get us to the club, “…the attorney told me that they could probably put together a case that would get me back all those shares that went to my step-mother.
 
It depends on what they can find when they start doing something they called … crap I forgot.”

“Discovery?”

“Yeah.
 
How’d you know that?”
 
She glances at me for a second before putting her eyes back on the road.

“I learned it in my forensic accounting class.
 
It’s where they get access to the company’s records and stuff.
 
Emails and memos and all that.”

“Yeah.
 
So they think based on what was on that thumb drive, that there will be stuff in there that implicates her in getting those shares kind of illegally or something.
 
So if we can do that, then everything reverses.
 
But maybe they won’t even have to go that far.
 
She might settle for just handing my dad’s stuff back to me in exchange for me not suing her sorry ass.”

“Holy doo on a stick.
 
Does that mean you’ll own the company?” Imagining my BFF running a huge corporation would be funny if it weren’t so scary.

Teagan shrugs.
 
“I’m not really sure.
 
I mean, I have no frigging clue how to run a Seven-Eleven, let alone a giant software company.
 
But I could hire people to do that, right?” She looks at me, and for the first time, her expression is unsure.

“Hell, yeah, you could.
 
And you can sit in those board meetings at the head of the table and fly in on a helicopter and shit.”
 
I grin with the idea of it.
 
Damn, I would love to do that.
 
I could just see us, walking in slow motion, the chopper blades making our hair flow around our faces like supermodels in a rock video.
 
I’d definitely need to buy new shoes for that.

“You could be the new CFO,” she says, smiling along with me.

“I could definitely work there,” I say, getting excited about the idea.
 
“You’d hire me, right?”

“Of course.
 
As if you’d have to ask.”

“What’s the pay?
 
And what are the benefits?
 
Can I get medical and 401k?
 
And I’d need coverage for Jersey too.
 
He’ll be my dependent.”

She laughs.
 
“You’ll get the whole package, don’t worry.
 
So what’s the deal with you and Mick?”

And just like that, she bursts my bubble.

“No deal.”
 
I shrug and look out the side window. I feel like an empty balloon, sagging all over the front seat.

“Could-a fooled me.”

“How so?” I ask, still not looking at her.
 
I’m cool.
 
I can do this.

“He spent practically the whole day with you.
 
I hear he went to the doctor with Jersey and even had dinner at your place?
 
He’s like the frigging crown prince of LA or something the way he’s charmed himself into your life.”

My whole mood deflates.
 
“Tell me about it.”

Teagan pulls up to a stoplight and turns to look at me.
 
“What’s wrong?
 
Why are you so bummed?
 
Was he rude?
 
Did he fuck with Jersey?”

“No, no, not at all.”
 
I rush to explain because I don’t want her thinking something bad about the guy. “He was a total prince, like you said.
 
Seriously.
 
He was good with Jersey and my parents loved him.
 
I think they’re ready to sign the adoption papers, actually.”

“Fuck me.
 
He’s usurped me as favorite friend of Quin, hasn’t he?”

“Good word,” I say, smiling.

“I got that app you told me about.
 
That was the word-of-the-day today.
 
I told myself I’d drink a shot of Southern Comfort if I could work it into a sentence before midnight.”

“Cha-ching.
 
Where’d you get the money to pay for said shot?”

“Paycheck.”
 
She’s smiling like a fool when she pulls away from the light.

“Sleeping with the boss.
 
Nice.”

“Hey, I earned that money.”
 
She smacks me on the thigh.
 
“Don’t be hatin’.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you.
 
I’m proud of you, little tadpole.
 
You did good.”
 
I reach over and pinch her cheek.
 
She hates when I do that.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?
 
Stuff’s still up in the air with my dad’s company and the police and all that, but I think it’s going to work out.”

“And you have Rebel. Don’t forget that part.”

She says nothing.
 
She just drives with a goofy look on her face.
 
I love that she’s so happy, but it makes me just a little jealous.
 
And then I hate myself for not totally embracing her moment and flying right along with her.

“So, you guys are moving in together when?”

“Next week.
 
He’s convinced we need to find another place.
 
Mick’s taking over his apartment to save money so we need to find somewhere else to live since the Golden Legacy is
not
an option.
 
We’re going hunting this weekend.
 
Luckily he’s paying for it until my crap is figured out.”

“Oooo, I want to come hunting with you!”

“You can.”
 
She pulls into the club parking lot.
 
It’s already packed and there’s a line around the door.
 
Luckily we get a VIP spot right in front of the building, courtesy of the club’s part-time bouncer, Rebel.
 
“I’ll text you when I know the details.
 
I don’t think Rebel’s that interested in going, so we can do it together.
 
He trusts me to do it.”

I should probably be a good friend and continue the conversation, but my heart has started beating faster as my nervousness takes hold. I’m going to see Mick any minute now.
 
I pray my fake eyelashes don’t start coming unglued.

“You okay?” Teagan asks me.

I realize she must have shut off the engine a while ago because it’s been silent for too long.
 
“What?
 
Oh, yeah, I’m fine.
 
Where’s the foam finger?”

“Seriously, you look like you’re about to walk death row or something.”

I play it off.
 
“Yeah, right.”
 
Opening the door, I put my leg out.
 
“Come on. Stop playing.
 
I need to get my twerk on.”

“Please don’t,” she sighs out.

We skip the line and go right to the front. Several people who are waiting to get in start complaining, but when Teagan starts swapping spit with her main man, who tonight is acting as a bouncer for his friend who owns the club, they shut up pretty quick.
 
That’s right, bitches.
 
I have a VIP pass to the hottest club in LA. Check this.

We step inside and my mood brightens considerably as the big beat from the DJ’s mix washes over me.
 
It’s so heavy it feels like it’s guiding my heartbeats.
BOOM-BOOM-DA-BOOM-BOOM.
 
My hips move to the rhythm.

“Let’s get a drink,” Teagan says, yelling to be heard above the din.

“Okay!
 
Shots!”
 
Time to get this party started.
 
I need to take the edge off my nerves.
 
It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to scan the room searching for Mick’s blonde head.

We make it to the bar and Teagan waves at someone down at the far end.
 
My view of pretty much everything is blocked because I’m too short to see over all the heads.
 
People are standing four deep at the bar trying to get drinks.
 
My toe starts tapping, tapping, tapping.
 
I’m pretending it’s to the beat, but it’s really just nervous energy trying to escape.

When the bartender comes into view I almost have a heart attack.
 
Mick.
My tapping foot freezes in the up position.

“Well, well, well!
 
Look who’s here!” he says, smiling like a fiend.

Oh shit.
 
All my plans to act like he’s nothing to me and doesn’t matter start trickling away.

One look.

That’s all it takes.

My eyebrows are no match for his charm and that frigging face of his.
 
Dammit!

“We need shots!” Teagan says, bouncing to the beat.
 
“Southern Comfort!”

“Wow, you don’t mess around.”
 
Three shot glasses are on the bar and filled in about ten seconds.
 
Mick holds one up towards us.
 
“Skal!
 
To the hottest girls in the entire place!”

I take mine like it’s no big deal and wait for Teagan to grab hers.
 
I avoid meeting his eyes.

“Cheers,” she says.

“I’ll drink to that!” I say loudly, throwing my drink back and downing it with one big swallow.
 
It burns all the way down and leaves a flowery aftertaste in my mouth. I make sure to keep my expression straight.