Addicted After All (Addicted, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

“I’m nineteen,” Daisy retorts. “Nice try.” My smile overtakes my face. That was awesome. I raise my hand for a high-five, and Daisy smacks my palm. The shock passes through his features quickly. “That doesn’t mean much to me,” he says, “other than your pussy being tighter than your sisters.” All of our mouths simultaneously drop, except Rose who is about to punch him. But she can’t. Hands swoop around her waist from behind. Connor. And Ryke suddenly appears beside Daisy with a murderous glare, directed at the bartender. Oh shit. “Lily,” Lo says my name in my ear. My chest rises. They’re all back. Unharmed it seems. Even Sam, Poppy’s husband, his jaw unshaven like Ryke, and his features just as masculine as the rest of them. Ryke has a paper bag in his clenched fist. Cigars, I think. To the bartender, he growls, “I don’t even know what to fucking say to you.” “I do,” Lo sneers; then he motions between Ryke and Daisy. “They’re together, you dumb fuck. So swallow your tongue. And consider yourself lucky that only three out of eight people pray you choke on it.” I’m guessing that’s Ryke, Lo, and Rose. The hot-tempered triad. I smile again, even though this is not the time to be smiling like a dopey fool. I just never really saw the three of them as a team like that until now. “I say we cut if off,” Rose threatens. Connor, standing behind Rose, puts his hand to her forehead like he’s checking her temperature. She swats his arm away. He says, “I’m just seeing if rage can boil a ...

Nah wtf mr bartender