Anarchy (Hades, #2)

by Tate James

Cass just let out another long exhale, shaking his head. "Sometimes, Red, I don't know if you're the most stubborn, hardheaded woman I've ever met or—" My temper flared hot, and I tilted my chin up. "Or fucking what, Cass?" He met my gaze unflinchingly, though. "Or the most incredible," he murmured, his voice rough and low. "Or both."

"I thought you were joking about writing you that letter." I had been. But he didn't need to know that. "And I thought you weren't interested."

Zed slammed his foot down on the brakes hard enough to make me jerk against my seatbelt, then moan in pain at all my bruises. "Shit," he muttered, cringing. "Sorry. But did you just fucking lie to me?" Wincing, I rubbed my chest where the belt had just assaulted me. "What? No." Zed gave a dramatic gasp. "You did it again!"

Not a single pair of panties were to be found in either bag. Nor had he packed me any shoes. Fucking men were so dense sometimes.

"I'm not asking you for forever, Red," he murmured in that deep, husky voice that all but dripped sex. "But you'll give it to me anyway." I scoffed, genuinely amused by the size of his ego. "We'll see."

I rolled my eyes, tempted to be a petty bitch and ask if it was really him who felt threatened by Cass getting closer to me. But I bit my tongue and kept that accusation to myself because it would only be a bullshit swipe to piss him off. Like when someone says "calm down" in the middle of an argument, it would only fan the flames.

"If you two are both quite finished pissing on me like a tree, I have someone waiting to be tortured in the basement."

"Besides, I like driving you." I snorted a laugh. "Driving me crazy, more like. You ready to talk to me about that temper tantrum yesterday?" His hands tightened on the steering wheel under the leather creaked. "Nope." "Cool. Good chat, Zed."

"You should ask him about it some time. I bet he'd like to tell you all about his glory days. Isn't that what old dudes like to do?" I groaned but couldn't fight my answering smile at his teasing. "Say that to his face, Gumdrop, I fucking dare you." "Aw come on, not you too! Fucking worst nickname on the planet."

The night I'd gone to Zed had been one of my worst mistakes. Not only had he rejected my feelings, making me think I'd imagined our connection... but Chase had found out. And he'd made me pay.

We arrived at KJ-Fit half an hour later and parked beside Cass's bike. I squinted at it, then noted two helmets. Too. Freaking. Cute. I was actually devastated I'd missed seeing Lucas curled around Cass like that. Oh hell yeah, that was a mental image to file for later.

Roses are bloody, I’ve been blue, you’re a goddess and I want to fuck you. Just two kisses and you've left a permanent stain on my soul, Angel. I love when you challenge me. We harmonize, like a filthy symphony.