Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,45
starting to make her thirsty.
“No?” her brother Garret, who’d been glaring at her this entire time, drawled as he watched her. “What do you call changing your phone number and moving out of that shithole that you were living in without telling any of us where you went? Or the fact that you show up out of the blue just long enough so that we know you’re alive before disappearing again?”
“Did you really think that I was going to stay where I was so that I had to deal with my brothers and cousins dropping in at all hours of the night to interrogate me?” she shot back.
“I wouldn’t say that it was at all hours of the night,” Trevor murmured thoughtfully as she turned her glare on the large bastard that had made it a habit of showing up at her place at two in the morning to raid her fridge and bug the shit out of her.
“You shoved me in a closet and left me there so that you could finish watching the game,” she snapped.
Shrugging it off, Trevor said, “You wouldn’t answer my questions.”
“I don’t have to answer your questions,” Kenzie said, trying to yank her hands free but the damn rope wouldn’t budge.
“You do when you get married and don’t tell any of us about it,” Garrett said, drawing her attention back in time to watch as he got up and headed over to the Christmas tree to help Danny’s baby girl grab a candy cane off the tree.
“Don’t worry,” Jason said, reaching over to shove another bite of brownie in her mouth, “we still love you.”
“Are you going to untie me?” Kenzie demanded, narrowing her eyes on the bastard that looked really pleased with himself.
“Not a chance in hell,” Jason said, finishing off the rest of the brownie as he got up and headed towards the kitchen.
That left…
“This is for your own good,” Trevor said, getting up with a sigh and left her sitting there, struggling to break free and-
“Mikey!” she said, sighing with relief when she spotted her brother’s stepdaughter coming down the stairs.
“Can’t,” Mikey said with a sad shake of her before Kenzie could say anything else.
“What do you mean you can’t? Untie me,” Kenzie said, watching as the small girl that had her brother wrapped around her little finger gave a helpless shrug as she rolled a baseball between her hands.
“Well, I would, but that man,” Mikey said, pausing mid-roll of her ball so that she could point at Reese, who was trying to pull his wife under the mistletoe so that he could steal a kiss, “told me that if I let you go that he would beat me senseless.”
Rolling her eyes, Kenzie said, “He’s not going to beat you.”
“True,” Mikey murmured, pursing her lips up thoughtfully as she added, “but he also won’t give me the twenty bucks that he’d promised me if I made sure that no one untied you.”
Narrowing her eyes on her niece, Kenzie said, “I’ll give you forty.”
“And so will Uncle Jared,” Mikey said, gesturing to her uncle who was currently glaring at his grandson as Cole made a show of finishing off what appeared to be the last cupcake.
“Fifty,” Kenzie bit out.
“Uncle Lucifer already offered that,” Mikey said, nodding towards Kenzie’s brother who was busy rearranging the ornaments on the Christmas tree.
“Fine. What do you want?” Kenzie asked, more than willing to do whatever it took to get out of here before-
“Play catch with me,” Mikey said with a huge smile while Kenzie sat there, unable to look away from the baseball in Mikey’s hands before shifting her attention back to Reese and that scar above his eye that he got the first time that he played catch with Mikey and-
“No, I’m good where I am,” Kenzie said, nodding because she really didn’t feel like spending the night in the hospital.
“Are you sure?” Mikey asked, looking really freaking hopeful.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Kenzie said, licking her lips nervously as she did her best not to wince as she glanced at her brother Darrin and spotted the scar on his temple that he got from Mikey’s curve ball.
“But-” Mikey started to say only to sigh when Sebastian, who’d been hiding in the corner with a book for the past hour, walked over and grabbed Mikey’s hand, pulling her away with a sad shake of his head and a muttered, “She’d never survive your hardball,” that had Mikey pouting as she allowed her best friend to drag her