Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (most popular ebook readers .txt) 📗

"Who are you here for?"

"Your sister."

"Lana?"

"Do you have another sister?"

In a split second the expression on Matt's face changes from relaxed to cruel and threatening.

"What do you want from her?"

His voice rings with metal. I don't know why, but I shrink inwardly. It is the first time ever I've seen such a change in him. Even when he was fighting, he couldn't stop smiling, and now it was like something inside of him had switched.

"Nothing. She asked me to stay here, and I said yes. We're friends" I jerk my chin up.

"Friends? You and Lana?" The contempt in his voice gives me an intangible slap in the face.

"Yeah, is there a problem?"

"What could my sister and you possibly have in common?"

He emphasizes the phrase so that there is no doubt that for him I am second-rate. Of course I am. It is the first time I've ever worn clothes like that, and he's already gathered his own opinions from previous meetings. But I don't care what he thinks.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was just yesterday that you were trying to find something interesting in my underwear" I caustically recall his failed attempts to fuck me. "So what surprises you that other people might like me, too?"

My face burns with a sharp pain when the bastard suddenly grabs my cheekbones and squeezes, tugging me toward him.

"Save your sharp tongue for later, Rie. I'm asking what you're doing in my house, and how come you know my sister?"

"Let go of me" I hiss, squeezing his massive wrist and flinching when Matt suddenly barks:

"Laura, get out."

Oh, shit, the maid was here, too. When did she come back?

The sound of the swift footsteps retreating fades. The bastard pulls my face and grinds through his teeth, his breath hot on my skin. The smell of cigarettes penetrates my lungs, and his crazy eyes shine like X-rays, searching for an answer to a question.

"Answer me!"

"Let her go, Matt!"

Lana suddenly draws attention to herself, causing this wild guy to turn toward her, but not to let me go. If she hadn't been here, I would have used my trusty friend's knife by now, this time not getting away with a minor scratch.

"Lana, how long have you been in contact with Rie? And what's your common bond? I advise you to answer honestly" The crazy bastard says in an icy voice.

What's the matter with him, anyway?

The girl changes her frightened gaze from me to her brother and jumps right up to us.

"We're friends, Matthew. We've been friends for months now."

"Friends?"

- Yes! Let her go, I'll tell you everything.

After scorching me with an intimidating stare, Matthew finally unclenches his fingers, letting me take a normal sip of air.

"You jerk" I hiss, rubbing my cheeks quickly so there are no bruises.

"Shut your mouth!" - A command goes flying, and then exactly the same one to Lana. "I'm listening. Where the fuck are you connected to Rie? And why is she in our house?"

"Reenah will stay with us for a while" The girl replies, shying away from the insanity of her crazy brother.

God, he's really hitting on her. The blooming girl I've known for months is turning into a dead leaf right in front of my eyes. Why is he doing this to her?

"Why would she be living with us all of a sudden? Do you even know who that is, Lana? It's the Grid Girl from the track. "

"I know."

"You do? Then I'm even more curious, what could you possibly have to do with the local whore?"

The palm of my hand goes up and slaps the bastard in the face. Fury hisses, bubbles bursting under my skin.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Matt? I didn’t let you fuck me"

I don't know what I expected from a psycho like him, but not that he would suddenly grab my arm, twist it painfully, and lay me face down on the table, dumping one of the glasses right in the vegetable platter.

"I said shut your mouth, what's not to understand?" A heavy body covers me from above and presses me into the tabletop. "I'll deal with you later. Right now, Lana, I'm giving you one last chance to explain. Otherwise, this chick is going to fly out of here in your brand name clothes. Yeah, don't be surprised, I recognize your favorite jeans."