Going Wild (The Wild Ones, #2)

by C.M. Owens

Music starts playing, and I realize instantly that it’s Born to be Wild. “Is this the fight mood music?” I muse, causing Benson to snort and mask a laugh. The Malones turn it up, and…then everyone just starts punching at the air like they’re warming up. Or maybe I’m getting lucky with a pretend fight. Jason does a Z slash with his hand, eyes trained on me with murderous intent like he’s inside my head and wants to cut out my hope. Two women running in the distance distracts me for a moment. Are they carrying popcorn? Shaking my head, I return my gaze to the Malones. “So when does the fighting begin?” I ask curiously. As if cued, the chorus screams, “Born to be wild,” starts playing, and several of the Malones start pounding their chests like gorillas. The Vincents howl loudly into the air. Then everyone but me charges into action. I stand still while nodding to myself. “Of course we were waiting on the chorus,” I say under my breath, dodging the first weird snake-hand strike from Jason before slamming my fist into his side. This is my Friday.