Hate (Madison Kate, #1)

by Tate James

If I'd been a bigger person, I'd have taken pity on them and made everyone a flat white. What a shame I was petty as fuck.

Yes qween!

“MK: one, shady fucker: nil,” Bree snickered under her breath as we left the cafeteria with our heads held high. “This is going to be so fun.”

"Oh, the whole gang is here! Fantastic. I can tell you all to fuck off at the same time. Here it goes. Fuck. Right. Off. You don't own me, so stop playing this bad-boy bully crap. It's a tired, overdone trope."

Way to break old habits Tate!

"Note to self: Drunk Madison Kate is less combative than sober Madison Kate."

"I take that statement back," he murmured. "Drunk Madison Kate is six million times more combative. Good to freaking know."

I needed to step up my game. Forget waiting for retaliation; this was war and there were no fucking rules. No polite etiquette. Only the brutal and bloodthirsty survived.

As he applied pressure, pushing me backwards, I did the only thing any self-respecting woman in my position could do. I slammed my knee into his nuts. Then ran like hell.

Typical Bree, she was already thinking about how to make me look amazing, just in case we ran into the guys. Not because I felt any need to be primped and made-up for them, fuck no. But because when we felt good about our appearances, it acted like armor. It boosted our confidence, and I could do with every ounce of that I could find today.

So real

"I'm just curious, why so many?" I smiled back at him, sitting up and pushing him back into the pillows so I could straddle him. "Variety is the spice of life, Steele. Why choose?"

In case you were wondering if this was a RH 😂

I was so focused on not being an idiot I did what every slasher flick heroine ought to be slapped for. I looked behind me.

This is so Halloween coded! I’m so freakin glad I read this when I did!