You’re Mine

Chapter 102

Harper

As I'm in the bedroom, packing up my things, I hear a door slam and a long, drawn-out puff of air come from the other side of it.

There's no question in my mind who it came from, I know it's the room Aisha is sharing with Blake and I'm positive it's her reaction to Easton telling them their sorry asses need to leave.

I don’t know for sure that he kicked them out, but I can't imagine him offering a ride on his jet ski after the shit she just pulled.

The last few minutes have been crazier than I can handle.

First, I land on my ass, then Aisha accuses Sadie of chasing her with a knife, and then it's full chaos as we all speak over each other, trying to share our own sides of the story.

No one listening, no one trying to reason, everyone just pointing fingers.

There's only one person guilty here.

Aisha.

The minute she showed up with Blake, I knew our fun, relaxing weekend was over, and stress was about to ensue.

I don't care if the bitch makes the best French toast in the world, she needs to go.

As I hear her thrash around inside the room, I suspect she's getting ready to do just that.

Thank God.

I finish putting the last of my stuff into my bag and I make my way into the living room, sitting next to Sadie on the couch, a front row seat for when the parade of losers finally leave.

My best friend looks like hell.

Her hair is a mess, sticking out the sides of her hoodie as it's drawn over her head, some type of stain on her leggings that I didn't notice before.

“Are you all right? '

"I'm about to commit murder. '

She looks at me, her hands clenching on her lap, her lips grim, eyes so dark I can barely see her pupils.

"Honestly, how do you think I'm doing? '

Her mouth parts and she practically growls.

"A knife? Really? Like I would ever. '

I want to laugh, but I'm afraid she'll reach for my throat.

"I mean ...

you do want to disassemble her limb by limb, but a knife is a serious stretch. '

"She was trying to make me look like a psycho in front of my boyfriend. '

She sighs, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

"And to know her and Ryan have hooked up, makes me ill. '

She pauses.

“Like want to puke kind of ill. '

"Hey. '

I put my hand on her shoulder, squeezing it.

"She's been with , too.

We can be sick together. '

“I hate her. '

“L hate her more. '

I glance toward the hallway, hoping she'll be walking through it.

But it sits empty, no sign of Blake or Aisha anywhere.

“What do you think they're doing in the bedroom? I mean, how long does it take to throw one night's worth of shit into a bag and zip it up? '

"Maybe they're fucking.

You know, leaving a nice, big stain on the comforter.

Their parting gift, like the loud, shouty sex you gave them as their welcoming present. '

"That's a visual I won't ever recover from, '

I say.

"Good, now you feel as shitty as I do right now. '

"Sadie ... '

“Harp, I don't think you realize what Aisha is doing.

She's the most manipulative bitch I've ever met in my life.

She's trying to take us all down— make me mad at Ryan, make you mad at Easton, have Ryan and Easton think we're positively nuts.

Hell, she's probably trying to tear the boys apart, too. '

She pauses and there's a shift in her eyes, a pain I haven't seen before.

“Part of me thinks it's working. '

My other hand goes to her free shoulder, clamping down.

"Stop right there.

We're not going to let this bitch win.

I don’t care how convincing she is, our guys won't believe her. '

“But they're thinking about the things she said, therefore she’s already won. '

"Over my dead body. '

“We wouldn't be so lucky, '

Aisha says.

My head whips in her direction, not knowing how long she's been standing at the mouth of the hallway, but obviously long enough to hear what I just said.

"I don't understand what you're still doing here, '

I spit at her.

“Haven't you done enough damage? You must be dumb enough to think we want you here—let me spell it out, in terms you'll understand: we despise you, we want you gone. '

I point at the front door.

"Now. '

"Someone's just salty because I fucked her boyfriend before she did ... '

A smile moves across her vile lips.

“Fuck you! '

I shout.

“Oh, you whore, I wasn't talking to you. '

She nods toward Sadie, her bag dropping from her shoulder, now resting on the floor, as her arms cross over her chest.

"I was talking to her. '

Sadie goes to stand up.

I know she's probably going to go into the kitchen and really get a knife this time, so I extend an arm across her body, stopping her from moving.

"Stay right where you are, '

I warn Sadie, letting her know I'm serious.

Once I'm sure she won't move, I stand up and approach Aisha.

"I've never met a more jealous, insecure cunt in my life.

You're standing there, bragging about who you've slept with while all it's doing is making you look like a slut.

Take your shit"—I grab her bag off the floor—"and get the fuck out. '

I carry the bag to the door and fling it open, tossing the bag outside onto the ground.

When I glance behind me, Aisha hasn't moved, but her mouth is open, eyes wide.

"Blake! '

I yell across the house.

"Blake, your slut is ready to be taken back to her brothel. '

“Whoa, whoa, '

Blake says, suddenly appearing in the living room.

“I've had it, '

I tell him.

"With Aisha, with her lies, with her drama—with all of it. '

Easton has now joined us, and I bare my teeth while I shout at Blake and Aisha, "Get out right this second. '

“Harper— '

"Don't, '

I warn Blake, cutting him off, not giving a shit about what he wants to say.

"The only thing I want to see is your backs as you walk out the door and the sound of your car as you drive away. '

He says nothing for a few seconds, and then he grabs Aisha’s arm and leads her outside, picking her bag up from where I'd tossed it.

I slam the front door shut the minute they're gone, and I look at the faces around the room, all of us now in here.

"Boss lady, '

Easton says, smiling.

“Damn, I kinda like when you get mad, '

my brother says.

I glance at my best friend and say, "Sadie? Are you okay? '

She stands from the couch, her gaze locked on Ryan.

“Did you fuck her? '

"Sadie— '

She puts her finger up, silencing me and glares at Ryan and adds, "You told me you were a virgin, that I took your virginity this weekend.

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