Battling Troy: Devil's Knights Series by Winter Travers Read Free Book Online Page A

Whenever I would get overwhelmed, I would close my eyes and try to clear my head and let the most important thing that needed to be done come to the front.
               After two minutes of clearing my mind, the only thing that came to the front and wouldn’t go away was Troy.
               Ha! Troy was definitely not the most important thing to focus on right now. Mark’s family possibly finding me in Rockton that was important, not Troy. Troy was just a one night fling and would be nothing more. Except I hadn’t planned on ever seeing Troy again. Troy wasn’t supposed to be Troy. He was supposed to be some random guy who helped me forget my problems for one night. Which had totally worked until I had woken up in his bed and headed home only to be kidnapped and then find out Mr. Right Now was Troy.
               Gah! Focus, Marley. Get dressed. That was the thing I needed to focus on right now. “Get dressed, on it,” I said out loud as I made my way to my closet and slid the doors open.
               I grabbed the first thing I saw and quickly changed out of my bed clothes. I took my hair down from the messy knot I had thrown it up in and quickly twisted it into a french braid. I bypassed makeup, just swiping on some lip balm and grabbed my purse by the door.
               I whistled for Bandit to follow me and watched as he crawled to the foot of the bed under the blanket and peaked his nose out from the blanket.
               “Come on, boy,” I called, patting my leg.
               Bandit leaped from the bed, taking the comforter with him, leaving it draped over his back like a cape. I laughed as I grabbed the blanket off his back and threw it back on the bed while Bandit waited by the door for me. “Let’s go, handsome. I think today is going to be more interesting than either of us bargained for.”
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    Chapter 7
    Troy
               I was in hell. Shopping hell.
               As the girls were getting ready to leave, Gravel’s words popped into my head about Marley’s problems following her from California and I knew I couldn’t let the girls go out by themselves.
               So after Meg almost threw an all-out temper tantrum about me going with them, they finally all relented and let me come along.
               Worst decision of my life. Ever.
    After the twenty minute drive of constant talking from Meg and Cyn, and with Marley looking lost and confused, trying to keep up, I was ready to turn around and call it a day. I should have gone with that instinct.
    “Do you think Rigid will like this top?” Cyn asked, walking out of the dressing with the same shirt she had shown me the past four times, just a different color each time. This time, it was orange and it made her look like a pumpkin. Now came the hard decision of telling her the truth or lying.
    “You look like a fucking gourd.” Yep, my patience had gone from thin to non-existent.
    “That’s what I thought too,” Cyn said, turning around to look at her ass in the huge mirror.
               “Then take the fucking thing off. Why are you still looking at it?” I ask, irritated.
               “Because it might be good for like a Halloween party, or when I make Rigid go pumpkin picking with me.”
               “Rigid pumpkin picking. I’d pay to see that shit. Although if you wear that top, a kid will be liable to pick you as his pumpkin.”
               “You’re an ass,” Cyn mumbled as she flipped me off and walked back into the dressing room.
               I shook my head and leaned back in my chair and waited for the next train wreck of an outfit Meg or Cyn walked out in. Marley had yet to emerge from the dressing room. Maybe she was one of those chicks who didn’t need to put on a fucking parade of all the clothes she was trying on.
               Leaning my head against the wall,