Page 30 of Ruthless Blade

My phone started to ring, an unknown number showing up. I never answered the phone when it was someone calling I didn’t know. People were notorious for scamming others, so I figured if it were important enough, they would leave a voicemail.

I ignored it and put it aside as I gathered my belongings to take a shower. The little ding noise went off, alerting me there was a text message. I sighed, the tiny part of my brain being curious about who it was, and grabbed it after I placed my clothes on the bathroom counter.

Unknown: Are you and Hazel coming to the party tonight?

My eyebrows knitted together. Who was this? It must’ve been someone who knew me and Hazel.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Your boyfriend.

My stomach dropped. Me: Stepbrother. Ugh, how did he get my number? I quickly changed his contact information from unknown to Kayden.

Me: How did you get my number?

The three dots danced on the screen, indicating he was typing.

Kayden: Take a guess.

Such a smartass.

Me: She’s dragging me along. Why? You can’t control my every move, Kayden.

Kayden: I want you there.

Me: That’s not an answer.

Kayden: It’s the one you’re getting.

Kayden: You won’t like the consequences if you don’t show up.

My lips dipped into a frown. Why did he have to be such a fucking ass?

I let the conversation go and went to take a shower. When I got out, Hazel was all dressed up and ready.

She was wearing a skin tight green dress that fit her curves perfectly. I whistled, “Damn, you got ready fast.”

“Yes.” Her gaze roamed over mine, “Is that what you’re wearing?”

I looked down at my clothes; a pair of jean shorts and a red tube top. I glanced back up at her, “Yes? What’s wrong with it?”

It’s a house party for crying out loud. I didn’t need to get all dressed up for it.

“Girl, wear a dress. Show off your assets.”

I shook my head, “You want me to go to the party, right?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes.”

“Then I get to choose what to wear. No one is going to be focused on what I’m wearing. It’ll be fine.”

I went back to the bathroom to do my make up and heard her mutter under her breath, “Someone will.”

I was putting on my foundation when she came to stand in the doorway. “Dylan is going to be there.”

I stopped and looked at her. “So the party is at the hockey house?”

She gave me a sheepish smile, “Yes.”