Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

This was worse.

So much fuckin...

Someone had coordina...

Someone had conspired to take them both...

And I was going to make them ...

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t swallow. Couldn’t move from the spot. I thought I’d been afraid before. Afraid of turning into my father. Of crumbling after a loss. But this fear was worse. I hadn’t told her I fucking loved her. I hadn’t told either one of them. And someone had taken them from me. I hadn’t crumbled. It was worse. I hadn’t had the goddamn guts to love someone enough to crumble.

“I have a name.”

“Duncan Hugo.” I released him. “Hugo as in the Hugo crime family?”

Rumors also mention a woman he’s been working with as well as fucking for the past few months.”

everyone tells me everything,” he said.

“I think you’re making the incredibly ignorant assumption that you have any say over what I do or don’t do.”

Then I’m going to marry Naomi Witt.”

Lucian Rollins was a scary motherfucker. His phone rang again.

That pretty little waitress of yours just marched her fine ass right on into Duncan Hugo’s new chop shop.”

“My guys have been sitting on the building for reasons.” “I’m not the cops,” I reminded him. “Let’s just say some local businesses aren’t real happy about the competition.”

Bitch had Naomi handcuffed to the dashboard.”

The man had no idea the fuse he’d just lit. I only hoped my sister’s impending explosion wouldn’t get us all killed.

Trying to manipulate you.”

“Nine?” I suggested weakly. “You have to go to the bathroom,”

Don’t tell me that woman shit,”

And I definitely hadn’t gotten my period. The Honky Tonk Code Red was two weeks out.

But he’ll let me leave.”

“I left her with you, smarty-pants. Knew you’d take care of her until I got my score.”

but it was about as close as Tina got to giving them.

“I say ‘I read this article on the devastation of the rainforest,’ and she knows it’s code for get ready to run.”

This didn’t sound like a great plan.

“As long as you and me have big tits, he won’t notice the difference. He’s seven beers into his night.”

“Heh. Your sister has the same thong as you,” Duncan said, pointing at Tina’s exposed crotch. “You guys really are twins.”

And I had no better options than Tina’s plan.

That was definitely not the right use of the word absconded.

“Dogs are as fickle as bitches. An hour ago, he couldn’t stop growlin’ at you, now he wants to hump your leg.”

I suddenly missed Knox from the depths of my soul.

And that, too, made me miss Knox.

“My whole life, everyone’s underestimated me,” Duncan said conversationally. “Called me an idiot. Said I was stupid and dumb. So I went with it. Played the moron. People don’t watch what they’re saying around a moron. And they don’t try as hard to hide what they’re doing, Naomi.”

“I liked you, Tina. Really fucking liked you and now I hafta kill you.

The gun went off as he doubled over. My ears rang. But I could still hear Knox in my head. Nose.

by the way the man crumpled to the ground, I’d done it correctly.

It’s what she did after making a mess.

“See ya around, kid.” “Bye, Mom,”

“She’ll be back,” Waylay predicted, standing up and shaking out her hands. I didn’t doubt it.

I felt a flicker of satisfaction that I’d done that. I’d stood up to him.

Not without Knox.

Help was in the room. Waylay would be okay. I slipped into the darkness.

Then I was sure it was a hallucination when those beautiful fucking hazel eyes opened. “Coffee,” she croaked.

“Knox,” she sighed. “You came.”

“Are we alive?” Waylay asked under me. “We’re alive, honey,” Naomi assured her.

“You’re gettin’ a damn birthday party. And after that, we’re gettin’ married,” I told Naomi.

“I must have. I thought I heard you just say we were getting married.” “You think I’m dumb enough to let you two go?” “Uh, yeah,” Waylay, Lucian, and Nash said together.

“You’re going to spoil her,” Naomi said, running her hand over Waylay’s hair. “Fucking right I am. I’m gonna spoil you too.”

“I can’t wait till I’m a grown-up and I can swear all the time,” Waylay announced.