Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,137
my bra like I would usually do.
Cruz laughs and holds out his hand. “Here,” he murmurs, waiting patiently.
I let out a deep sigh and hand it over before watching as he slips my phone into his pocket. It’s not fair, why do guys get all the pockets in their clothes? Even in a suit, he gets exactly what he needs and more, but for me? Nothing. It’s just assumed that we'll all be carrying purses, and I don’t know if these clothes designers have figured it out yet, but some of us prefer Ducatis over limos and would like a fucking pocket or two.
Cruz offers me his arm and I take it with a forced smile, hating that he can see right through it. Tonight is supposed to be about him. I can’t spend the night sulking about Ember’s betrayal. I need to fake it better because Cruz deserves this. Both he and Grayson do. They worked their asses off for this and it will hopefully motivate them to push even harder to find the next victim. Though, something tells me that the boys won’t need any extra motivation. That’s just the kind of guys they are.
Cruz helps me down the stairs and I hold onto him tightly. I can only imagine the smirks I’d get from the guys standing at the bottom if I were to trip and fall. They’re such gentlemen. I’m sure they’d help me up, you know, once they’re finished laughing.
We take it slowly, and while Cruz would insist that it’s because he doesn’t want me to fall, it’s actually because his body is still incredibly sore and stiff from the accident. He has three broken ribs and the concussion lasted a few days. I was lucky though. Cruz literally saved my life. I came out with just a bit of stiffness and road rash over my thighs, but after massaging some balm into my thighs each night, it’s starting to feel a million times better. My favorite ripped jeans weren’t so lucky though. They were completely shredded and gave a whole new meaning to the term ‘ripped jeans.’
Cruz and I reach the bottom of the massive staircase to find the rest of the guys waiting by the door, ready to go and get this dinner party over and done with. The guys have been to a million of these in their lifetimes, so they know exactly how it’s going to go, which I’m assuming is why they’ve all put a little extra effort into their appearance, and damn, they look great, but not as delicious as Cruz.
“Ready to go?” Cruz questions, looking up at the guys.
Grayson nods and reaches for the door handle, swinging it wide open. “Yeah, let’s get going. We didn’t think ahead and forgot to get a ride for the night,” he says, eyeing Carver, whose Escalade is currently in the shop getting fixed. “We have to walk.”
“Ahh, fuck,” Cruz mutters, completely capable of walking, but hating the thought of just how uncomfortable it’s going to be.
“Surely my father would have had something we could use in the garage,” I suggest, following the boys out the front door.
“Tried that,” King mutters, a hint of anger in his tone. “Don’t know when, but apparently someone thought it’d be a good idea to fuck with all your dad’s cars. None of them are working. We’re going to have to get a mechanic in to look at them.”
“Fucking hell,” I grumble under my breath, irritation deep in my gut. I mean, sure, fuck with me all you want, but not my parents. They were good people. Leave them out of it. “Ember?”
“That’s my guess,” Carver growls. “She’s a fucking snake.”
I let out a heavy sigh and start the whole process of hating myself again, before remembering that I’m supposed to be pretending to be happy for Cruz’s big night. We make our way down the long driveway and make quick work of getting through the gate.
The boys stop to double check the codes and security. Ember was true to her word and yesterday, I sat out on my bedroom balcony, watching up the street as Ember moved into her father’s house. No one is safe now. No matter how many times we change the codes or do a security sweep, our enemies are inside the border and I have to assume that Ember is feeding Paris information. Hell, she could very well move her mother into her big ass mansion in the middle of the