Twisted Hate (Twisted 3) - Page 6

Jules’s mouth twitched at my fabrication before her face resettled into a stern frown.

Beanie’s eyes widened. “You serious?” His gaze ping-ponged between us. “How do you two know each other? You banging?”

Jules and I recoiled in unison.

Either Beanie asked such a stupid, out-of-place question to distract us, or he wanted to make me throw up. If it was the latter, he was close to succeeding. My stomach churned like a cement mixer on overdrive.

“I would never. Look at him.” Jules gestured at me with her free hand. “Like I would ever touch that.”

Beanie squinted at me. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I wouldn’t let you touch me if you offered to pay off all my med school loans,” I growled.

I didn’t care if Jules Ambrose was the last woman in the world. She was one person I’d never sleep with. Ever.

She ignored me. “You ever hear the saying, the bigger the ego, the smaller the penis?” she asked Beanie. “Applies to him.”

“Oh. That sucks.” Beanie glanced at me with sympathy. “Sorry, dude.”

A vein throbbed in my temple. I opened my mouth to inform her I would rather douse myself in bleach than allow her anywhere near my penis, but the slam of a car door interrupted me.

A cop the size of the Hulk got out with his gun drawn. “Freeze! Drop your weapon.”

I groaned and almost pinched my temple again before I caught myself.

For fuck’s sake.

I should’ve left when I had the chance.

Now, I was definitely going to miss the rest of the game.

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