“Is that what Hensley said?” he snaps, his movements placing his phone out of reach. He rests his palms on the car, on either side of my thighs, his face inches from mine. “Fuck that asshole. I thought I taught him a lesson about talking shit he don’t know.”
“You mean the fight,” I say, leading him.
“Damn right.”
I ease back onto my palms, giving us space. “I recall Carter walking away from that…and you, well, not.”
He wavers, his jaw clenched tight. “What the fuck did you just say?”
I shrug a shoulder. “I was there, remember? I know you saw me. I witnessed the whole thing, Sully.”
He digs the heel of his hand into his eye socket as he teeters sideways. “You don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“I’ve heard the rumors, too,” I go on. “The ones you’ve been spreading about me and Carter.”
It took some time to deduce, but I finally realized Addison was behind Sully spreading the rumors. She has to be. A sweet, innocent girl like her can’t say such deplorable things herself, not about her best friend—but she can pull the strings.
Sully chuckles. “Oh, you are mental.” Gaining his bearings, he locks onto my gaze. “You know, Hensley said you were a hot fuck, but it was a shame you were so damn psycho.”
My heart stutters in my chest, the air snatched from my lungs. “Don’t call me that.”
He staggers as he reaches for his empty beer and knocks it over. The bottle rolls to the ground with a hard thunk. “Fuck it,” Sully mutters. Then he stares at me. “So that’s all this is. Some lame-ass attempt to get back at Hensley.”
A red aura pulses around my vision. “This was a mistake.” I shove his chest, trying to force him back.
Sully must take my ire as foreplay, because he laughs and grabs my hips. “That’s it, baby. I like it when you wriggle.”
I slam the ball of my fist against his chest. “Get away from me. I mean it.”
This really was a mistake. I have to get away from him. I can find another way to get the information I need.
With a grunt, Sully captures my wrists and tugs me toward him. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want to play anymore?”
I hold his slack gaze. He’s fading, but it’s not fast enough. “Let me go,” I demand, my voice low and serious. “Or Carter will kill you this time.”
He glares at me a moment before tossing back his head and releasing a deep laugh. “You really are a crazy bitch.” Then he clasps my face. Hard. His fingers dig into my jaw. “He could give a fuck about you. Matter of fact—” he uses his free hand to unsnap his jeans “—let’s test that theory.”
I spit in his face.
He releases me and wipes at the spittle. “You bitch.”
I push myself down the trunk, but he’s there to stop my escape. He seizes my waist and restrains me against the car, then attempts to flip me over. I send my knee into his groin.
He chokes on a curse and doubles over to cup his balls. I take the moment to get away.
“Get back here, you cunt.” He trails after me to the driver’s side door.
A realization hits me, and I stop. Hand clutched to the car door, I gape at him. “Oh, my God. You’ve done this before.”
Sully advances toward me, his steps unsteady. “You’re all little cock teases.”
This guy is worse than I imagined. No wonder Carter beat the shit out of him.
“Tell me the truth,” I say, daring a step closer. “Did Addison tell you about me and Carter? What did she ask you to do?”
He slurs another curse, but doesn’t answer. Fury bites my nerves.
“Who’s idea was it to send the text messages?” I ask.