Completely Consumed (Addicted To You, Book Eight) by Lucy Covington Read Free Book Online

looking at him.
    “Or maybe you don’t have any real plans,” Adam said. Then he muttered,
    “except maybe getting beat up again.”
    Justin was out of bed and standing up in a flash. “What did you say?”
    “Nothing.” Adam shrugged. “It’s just that you seemed like you got pretty beat up this past weekend, so I was hoping your plans didn’t involve any more fights.”
    “My plans don’t involve a fight,” Justin said. He bent down and put his sneakers on and then stood back up. “But I’m willing to change that if I have to.” He took a step toward Adam and squared his shoulders. “And don’t worry -- this time I won’t lose.”
    “Um, so where are you guys going to eat?” I said quickly and jumped off my bed.
    I stood in front of Justin and tried to pretend nothing was happening. “Because I’m kind of hungry. You know, on second thought.” I was babbling, but I didn’t care. I needed to diffuse the situation before either a) Justin punched Adam, or b) Rachel somehow got wind of the fact that Adam was being weird and it might have something to do with me.
    But it turned out I didn’t have to worry about either of those things.
    Because at just that moment, Justin’s phone buzzed loudly.
    He pulled it out of his pocket, looked down, and frowned at some text he’d gotten.
    “I have to go,” he said.
    “Oh.” I swallowed. “Um, okay. Should I … I mean, do you want me to go with you?”
    “No.” He turned and walked out the door, pushing against Adam’s shoulder roughly as he went.
    “Wow,” Rachel said as our room door closed behind him. “Where’s he off to in such a hurry?”
    “I have no idea.” I sighed and threw myself back on my bed.
    One step forward.
    And two steps back.

JUSTIN
    EMERGENCY MEETING. 911.
    The text had come from Quarry’s number, and now, as I left the dorms, my insides were churning with confusion and frustration.
    First, I was frustrated because Quarry was once again busting my balls to show up at the gym during non-practice hours. It was bad enough that the guy had us sparring every day—not to mention the trouble he’d gotten me into because of his shady tactics. I wondered what this 911 meeting was all about. It could be anything from a new recruit needing to be tested, to Quarry wanting me to take Brooklyn out on another date.
    I still couldn’t decide what I was going to do about Quarry and The Slaughterhouse. Ever since hanging out with Gil, I’d been mulling it over and I just couldn’t make up my mind.
    But my frustrations went beyond the stuff with Quarry.
    I’d really wanted to be alone with Lindsay, and as usual, it had gotten messed up by the ridiculous people she was hanging out with. Stupid, entitled, privileged college kids like that idiot Adam who didn’t know the first thing about life, but seemed to think he knew better than everyone else.
    And he was so obviously into Lindsay. As if she would ever give that clown the time of day. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to assume that Lindsay wouldn’t hook up with Adam. After all, he lived in her world. He was smart, and well-educated, and he’d leave and go out to make six figures off the bat.
    I, on the other hand, was involved with cops and FBI agents, friends with drug problems, maybe even a trip to a federal prison if things kept going this way.
    Maybe a dude like Adam would start to look pretty awesome in comparison.
    As I made my way to the gym, all I could think about was Lindsay. The feel of her lips on mine, the way her eyes looked into mine as if she trusted me totally and completely. No one had ever looked at me like that before.
    The thing was, she surprised me when I finally started to tell her what was going on in my life, and she could actually handle it. It hadn’t really crossed my mind that Lindsay could be someone that I could talk to about the things that I was dealing with.
    And yet, now I’d seen another side of her. It made me want to see