Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,88
behind and hoping that they die right along with Sam.
CHAPTER 22
My fist raps against the door as I nervously glare across at Ember beside me. “Do you have any idea how badly this is going to go down?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t care. You’re eighteen. You don’t need their permission to do anything,” she tells me, her lips pulling up in distaste. “Besides, what’s it matter to them what you do? They’re not your brothers, and as far as I’m aware, you’re not dating any of them, so they don’t have the right to say shit. They should consider themselves lucky that you’re even standing here and letting them know what you’re doing. If it were me, I’d already be at the freaking party with six shots of tequila making their way through my system and about ready to start making some fucked up decisions.”
“Dude,” I laugh. “Are you even allowed to drink? Didn’t you only just get over your concussion?”
“Dude,” she mimics, making the word seem so much less cool than what I thought it sounded. “The doctor didn’t technically tell me that I couldn’t drink, so—”
The door opens, cutting her off as Cruz stands before us, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you knocking?” he questions, quickly glancing at Ember before trailing his eyes down our bodies and shaking his head. “No. No fucking way. You’re not going out.”
Ember scoffs but I jump in before she says something that’s only going to make it worse. “For the record, I want it known that I came here to politely let you know what’s going down tonight. I’m not here asking permission. I’m doing you assholes a kindness and telling you that Ember and I are going out tonight so that when you inevitably make yourselves welcome into my home and find me gone, you don’t go all caveman on me.”
Cruz just laughs before his face goes deadly serious. “No.”
I turn on my heel, hooking my arm through Ember’s. “Well, it was nice seeing you. I’ll catch you in the morning.”
We start making our way down the stairs and Cruz quickly races out after us. “No. Fuck. Winter, stop moving that fine as fuck ass down the goddamn stairs and get back here. You can’t go out or have you forgotten that—”
He cuts himself off, almost slipping up in front of Ember about the fact that I have a whole bunch of crazy old men waiting to watch my head roll.
Ember pauses on the step and turns to glare at Cruz. “And why the hell not?” she questions, crossing her arms over her chest. “She’s eighteen years old, and so far, I haven’t heard any good excuses as to why you think you have the right to tell her what she can and cannot do.”
Cruz just stares at her, not appreciating her bullshit just as much as she disapproves of his, then without taking his gaze off her, he leans back in toward the door and calls out. “GUYS, WINTER THINKS SHE’S ABOUT TO GO OUT TO A FUCKING PARTY.”
“Get fucked,” I murmur under my breath before turning to Ember and grabbing her hand. “Quick, we have to go.”
We start making our way down the stairs, going much slower than I’d hoped with Ember in heels. I need to teach this bitch how to run in these things. But within the space of two seconds, Grayson and King are standing in the doorway with the ever-so-pissed-off-and-broody asshat coming in behind them.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” King says. “If you want to party so bad, you two can drink Carver’s whole liquor cabinet dry here. Get fucking wasted, party and have a fucking fuck-fest on the couch if you want to, but you’re not going out.”
My jaw clenches. I knew coming and telling them the plan was a bad idea, but had they walked into my place to find me gone, they would have raised hell trying to find me. That’s an outcome nobody wants.
I spin around and glare up at the guys who all have eyes on me, the same message hidden within each of their dark stares. “Like I said to Cruz, I’m not here asking permission, and I’m not about to sit back and accept your cavemen bullshit. I just wanted to let you know where I’d be in case of an emergency. So, have a good night, except for you Carver,” I say with a sickly-sweet smile that makes his eyes narrow further. “I