Four Letter Word (Dirty Deeds #1) Read Online J. Daniels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Deeds Series by J. Daniels
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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I glared. “What?”

“Saturday night. We ain’t got shit to do.” He dropped his hand and shrugged. “Might as well throw a party.”

That was the last thing I needed.

“I don’t want a bunch of assholes in my house.”

“You need a distraction and a bunch of assholes is a good distraction,” he argued. “We’ll get some kegs, play some beer pong, I’ll get laid a couple times.” He smiled. “It’ll be good for everybody.”

I shook my head.

“Not in the mood for this,” I said, giving him a hard look. “Seriously, man.”

Bastard wasn’t hearing me. Knew he wasn’t—he was grinning like an idiot and already planning shit in his head. I could tell.

Once Jamie had his mind set on something, that was it.

I was going to have a bunch of assholes in my house.

“It’s happenin’, Dash. Gonna be a fuckin’ blast, too. You’ll see.” Jamie took a few steps backward in the direction of the slider, hit me with a chin jerk, then turned his back on me, speaking as he walked toward the house, “I’ll get Cole on invite duty. He’ll get the word out. BYOP.”

I shook my head.

Bring Your Own Pussy.

Fuck.

Chapter Twelve

SYDNEY

I felt the couch dip near my feet.

Tori’s hand found my ankle through the Christmas quilt covering me and gave it a squeeze.

“Just wanted you to know,” she began in a gentle voice, hand still wrapped around my ankle. “I’m seriously debating driving to Raleigh and setting your old house on fire with Marcus trapped inside, so speak now if you got any attachment to that house or the things in it because once I light the match, I’m following through.”

Tori was reacting to the vegetative state I’d adopted since Thursday night, fetal position on a comfy surface, which I switched up every few hours, going between the couch and my bed, thinking it was stemming from the phone call with Marcus and thinking that because it was the only thing I informed her of when she crawled beside me in bed Friday morning and we had our talk. She still had no idea about Brian, our history, or our ending, so the blame for my depression was fully and solely on Marcus and now she was getting creative in her act of retaliation against him.

Yesterday morning she wanted to chew him out on the phone. Last night she thought about sending a hateful letter.

Today she wanted to burn him alive.

Knowing Tori, it would only escalate from there, though I wasn’t sure how you could go bigger than killing someone and doing it painfully, but I was sure she’d come up with something.

My lashes brushed the fibers of the quilt as I stayed blanketed and curled up on my side.

“I don’t think there’s anything in that house I’d miss,” I replied honestly.

Hell, I’d even light the match myself.

“Just wait until next weekend before you kill him,” I requested. “I’d like him to see my signature on those separation papers first and they won’t go out until Monday.”

I got the envelope in the mail today. Marcus overnighted the papers like he said he would and I signed them without hesitation.

We were now officially separated.

If I had it in me, I’d do a little dance in celebration of that fact.

I did not have it in me.

“I can do that,” Tori obliged. “I’m thinking we need to drag out his death. Make it last as long as possible. I’d hate for Marcus to suffocate on the smoke before the flames hit him so that’ll require me going in there and putting some sort of a cover on his face, a mask or something, like the military use. I bet my dad could get his hands on one for me.”

“He’s the best.”

“Right? I just love him.” Her hand gave me another squeeze.

I closed my eyes and breathed deep.

“I am seriously pissed off, hon. Nobody does this to my best girl,” Tori added, the couch dipping more as she leaned closer, putting pressure on my feet. “You were upset when you first got here, understandably so, but you were getting better. You know? You got better. Being away from Marcus and all his negativity, you were my silly, fun-loving Syd again, laughing and playing and smiling all the time. Finding your happiness and living your life. Now that dipshit has taken my girl away from me again, and I’m so mad I am actually planning out my last meal in prison ’cause I know I’m gonna get the death penalty after I take him out, but doesn’t matter. I’m doing it. He deserves to pay and pay good. I mean, really, Syd, look at you. I haven’t seen your head since Thursday night. You’re constantly being swallowed up by a blanket.”

“I’m fine.”

Lie. I was the farthest from fine I’d ever been. I knew it and so did Tori.


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