One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(78)

Walking out, we step into the cold air and head toward my car where they’re all standing around. Hella’s making moves on Layla again. When he sees us in the corner of his eye, his smile drops as he zones in on Bullet and Melissa, who are behind me. His jaw flexes before he pushes off the car again and stalks to us, heading straight for Melissa. I step out of the way as he grips onto Bullet’s collar, pulling him back.

“Bro, what are you doing?” Bullet asks, pushing his hands off his collar.

“The only devil that has and is entering that fortress—is me!” he growls, pushing his chest against Bullet.

“Woah, hang the fuck on here a minute.”

“Here we go.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms in front of me. Beast walks up beside me with Layla and Asha following close behind.

“You have dipped your dick around the whole fucking time I’ve been here, Hella. Fuck you. Come on, Bullet,” she says, gripping onto his arm.

Bullet stands still, feet lodged into the ground. He looks at Beast before shaking his head. “Nah babe, maybe some other time.” He turns around and walks back into the barn.

“Hella,” Melissa yells, shoving him in the chest.

“Well, at least, they’re actually talking now,” Jada mutters.

“You are such a fucking piece of shit! I came all the way here because you wanted me safe, and then when I get here you sleep with every slut walking,” she whips her head toward Layla and Asha, “no offense…” before continuing, “I even saw you getting your motherfucking dick sucked, Hella. So screw you!” She walks up to him, pointing his chest. “And I will fuck who I want.”

He grabs onto her hand, pulling her body up against his. “No, you fucking won’t.”

Yanking her hand out of his grasp, she begins walking to my car. “We’ll see about that, Hella. You may control who I sleep with here, but out there…” she points to the road, “…you have nothing over me.”

“Keep thinking that, baby.”

She flips him off while continuing to my car. I shake my head, turning to Beast. “What time will you be finished here?”

“Not too late hopefully. Get some sleep. I want to take you somewhere tomorrow.”

“Oh. Where?” I ask, wrapping my hands around his neck.

“To my house. I want to take you out there before we leave,” he answers, kissing me before pulling back. “I’ll see you a little later.”

I nod. “Okay.”

When we pull up to the house I’ve been living in, I turn in my seat to face Jada. “Why is it so difficult for Melissa and Hella?”

She clears her throat, eyes glaring in the rear vision mirror where Layla and Asha are sitting quietly.

Jada shrugs. “Why do you ask me? Why not ask Layla, she was one of his regulars.”

My eyes dart to the back seat at Layla flicking her nails nervously.

“Because I don’t think she’s the right girl to ask.”

Jada reaches for her belt buckle, swinging it over her shoulders before exhaling. “Hella is very complicated, that’s all I can really say.”

My eye twitches as I narrow them in on her. “Do you think he and Melissa have a shot?”

She stills, keeping her eyes locked on the house that’s lit up from the inside out, sending off a warm alluring energy. My feet are aching, begging for me to take them to bed.

“No. I don’t think they do,” she whispers, pulling her long inky black hair into a high messy bun.

“Why?” I ask, peering at her. Her eyes dart toward the back to Layla before coming back to me.

“Because Melissa is a sweet girl. Under all the façade, she’s a sweet girl with a good heart. There’s a reason Hella is called Hella.”

“And why is that?” I ask, fishing out the keys to the house in my deep handbag.

“Because…” Layla adds from her position, “…Hella likes to play games and Melissa won’t be up for it.”

Shrugging, I pull off my seatbelt and swing my door open, the full moon lighting up the large acreage. The girls jump out one at a time, closing their door behind them. Flicking the keys between my fingers, I toss up what Layla said about Hella and how he plays games. Melissa is one of the strongest people I know, but even for her, Hella has become quite the pain in her ass. Maybe Layla is right, or maybe Layla has an ulterior motive, I wouldn’t know. I plan to, though, I may not be as strong as Phoebe, but I won’t let anything happen to her.

Walking up the steps to the house, I push open the door and flick on the lights, our eyes straining under the sudden brightness.

Dropping the keys on the little console table beside the door, I turn to face Laya and Asha. “Come, I’ll make you a hot drink.”