Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

Chapter 3

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CALLUM

 

When the party finally starts winding down, Nessa and her friend take off, and I’m oddly disappointed when she goes. Not that I expected her to linger in hopes of an invitation to stay. A lot of girls pull that move at the end of the night, but that doesn’t seem to be Nessa’s M.O., if she even has one. I still can’t figure that girl out.

 

Everyone has damage, but she must be really good at hiding hers, because I’m stumped. She just seems so… pure. And I have no idea why the fuck she chose to spend her evening with me, of all people, because I’m decidedly not. So, I can only conclude that she’s either a danger junkie or honestly can’t see the monster beneath my skin that’s so apparent to everyone else. Either way, she held my interest all night, and a girl hasn’t done that since… ever.

 

When she leaves, it’s like she takes all the energy in the room with her. I’m about to call it a night, but then Miles sparks up a joint and I’m compelled to linger a little longer. It’ll help me sleep. I hardly ever sleep worth a fuck.

 

He passes it to me after lighting it and I take the joint between my fingers, bringing it to my lips and inhaling. The paper crackles and burns as I suck the smoke deep into my lungs, holding it in for a beat before blowing it out.

 

 

“So, Vanessa Diaz,” Miles murmurs as I pass the joint back to him. I tilt my head in question, searching his eyes, and he throws his head back on a laugh. “The fucking girl that was sitting here all night, man. Did you honestly not even get her name?” Miles shakes his head as he brings the joint to his mouth, taking a puff.

 

“Not her full name,” I grumble as I rake a hand through my hair, melting back into the couch cushion. I flick a glance in Miles’ direction. “What about her?”

 

He shrugs a shoulder and blows out the smoke, passing the joint back to me. “She’s a fuckin’ ten, bro. The question is, which one of us is gonna hit that first?”

 

I roll my eyes, tucking the joint between my lips to take another hit.

 

Miles chuckles softly. “What, you not interested?”

 

“Never said that,” I reply, my voice strained as I hold the marijuana smoke in my lungs. I turn toward Miles and blow it right in his face, the corner of my mouth twitching up in a smirk. “It’s funny that you think you’ve got a shot, though, considering you have no game.”

 

“What the fuck ever,” he barks, snatching the J from my fingers as a laugh rumbles in my chest. “I could get that girl if I wanted to. I wasn’t even trying.”

 

“Suuuuure,” I mock, rolling my eyes and sinking further back into the soft leather couch.

 

“What, you think you could?” Miles challenges. “To land a girl like that, you’d actually have to be nice.”

 

I shrug. “I can be nice.”

 

Miles levels me with a stare, and I can’t help but crack a smile. He’s right. I’ve never been accused of being a ‘nice guy’.

 

“Whaddya say we make a little wager,” he suggests as he brings the joint back to his lips to take a drag.

 

I arch a brow and turn my gaze on him, waiting for him to go on as the cherry glows bright with his inhale. He takes his sweet ass time, puffing on the joint and exhaling the smoke slowly.

 

“First one to nail her, wins,” Miles finally finishes.

 

I roll my eyes again. “Fuck off.”

 

He barks a laugh, elbowing me in the ribs. “What, I’m serious! If you think your game is so much better than mine, then let’s put it to the test.”

 

I narrow my eyes on Miles, trying to discern his angle here. “What are the stakes?” I ask slowly, swiping a hand over my chin. I mean, I’ve already considered sleeping with her, so why not get something else out of it?

 

light up. The guy thinks he has me on the hook, but I haven’t agreed to anything just yet. Miles is always playing these childish fucking games with the other guys. I usually don’t bite, so the fact that

 

that old Corvette? Needs

 

like four grand,” I

 

hand like it’s nothing to him. “You know I’m good for it. Plus, you’d

 

of a year. It’s the last thing I need

 

He grins.

 

fucking way.” I shake my head adamantly, disturbing the tendrils of smoke lingering in the air around me. “I already told you, I’m not

 

he already knows I’m about to agree to play his stupid game. Dangling the last part I need to restore the Corvette in front of me was the right

 

hand over my face, knowing

 

~

 

soon as the sun comes up, I can usually manage

 

Less tossing

 

most of them are already gone. We all typically crash here at the packhouse after a party since we’re usually pretty wasted by the end of the night and there are plenty of guest rooms to go around. It’s definitely convenient for post-party hookups; common for my friends, though a rarity for me. It’s not the hooking up that I have a problem with, it’s the fact that most girls expect to

 

a matter of time. I groan in annoyance and push delete on the notifications, then climb out of bed clad only in my black boxer briefs, slipping my jeans on over them and not even bothering to button them up. They ride low on my hips as I pad barefoot down the corridor toward the living

 

asks, tipping the whiskey bottle back and forth

 

shaking my

 

He lifts the bottle to his lips as I make my way over

 

up a playlist and turning the volume down to a low level before hitting play. The familiar guitar rift at the start of ‘Killing In The Name’ by Rage Against the Machine bleeds out from the speakers, stealing the silence from the room, and

 

my hair and surveying the damage from last night along the way. Every surface in here is littered with liquor bottles and plastic cups, joints and cigarettes stubbed out on the glass surfaces of the end tables. There’s a black lacy bra hanging from one of the lamps and a huge red stain on the rug by the back patio, likely from the Jungle Juice that was

 

People are fucking pigs.

 

Chase mumbles, unphased by the mess around him as he lounges on the

 

flop down beside him into my usual spot, kicking my bare feet up onto the

 

popping the P. He brings the whiskey bottle to his lips

 

know,” I grumble, flicking him a sideways

 

still burning in his fingers, a tendril of smoke curling up in front of

 

“Your dad.”

 

was a fucking liar,” he spits, every word laced

 

gives it up easily, and I flick the ash off the end into an abandoned cup on the coffee table before

 

narrows his eyes on me accusingly, like I’m taking

 

slowly inhaling the smoke. “He kept secrets because he thought he was helping people,” I say, voice strained as I hold the smoke in my lungs. “He helped me out, ya know.

 

“And what good did it fucking do

 

on about your mom coming

 

joint back from me with a scowl, holding it

 

“No.”

 

Well, that’s a start.

 

drifting to the ceiling. “You’ve gotta channel all that rage into something else, bro. Getting

 

the joint out on the coffee table. He turns to look at me, raising a brow. “Why does Miles seem to think he’s taking your

 

head to

 

and eliminate splinter groups that formed from remaining shadow pack loyalists. Miles and I both applied to be included in the next mission, but he narrowly missed making the cut and he’s been

 

carry out

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