Embracing Trouble (Trouble Series) by Dee Bridle Read Free Book Online Page B

of them head towards us. They looked menacing and I felt a sudden flutter of excitement.
    “Hands off unless you want them removed,” said the big blond guy.
    Tyler removed his arm from around me.
    “What the fuck, man?”
    “Time for you to go inside,” warned Noah.
    Tyler half laughed.
    “So you think you can just go round scaring everyone because you’re big underground fighters?”
    I looked to Zac, a question in my eyes. They were underground fighters? He gave me nothing back but anger before he turned to Tyler with his fists clenched.
    “You want to test that theory fuck head?” growled Noah.
    “I think it’s up to Ava if I go inside or not,” said Tyler standing up on the step and putting his hand out to me.
    I didn’t take it, but stood up anyway, looking to Zac. I didn’t care if he was an underground fighter or a circus instructor, I would always choose him.
    “Run along,” said Noah with a snicker.
    “Ava?” asked Tyler.
    I turned to him, and quietly said, “I’m okay. Go inside.”
    Tyler looked annoyed as he put his hands up in front of him.
    “Whatever.”
    The door opened, letting out music and laughter and then slammed shut. I turned to Zac.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked sitting back down on the step before my legs collapsed.
    The blond guy chuckled, and said, “She’s plastered.”
    Zac glared down at me.
    “Let’s go,” he demanded as Noah and the blond guy headed back to the car.
    I tried to comprehend his anger and his demands and looked at him in confusion.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked again. “You don’t even like me,” I whispered.
    “Let’s go, Ava,” he said turning away towards the car.
    A rebellious urge made me lift my chin, and I spouted the word, “No!”
    I heard a growl and then he was in front of me again, but this time picking me up and hoisting me over his shoulder.
    I squealed and hit his back, hollering, “Put me down!”
    He was silent as he dumped me in the back seat of the car next to the blond guy and slammed the door closed. I looked to the guy next to me and pushed my hair back off my face.
    “Hi,” I said.
    “Hey,” he said dragging on a joint. “I’m Will.”
    Zac got in and started the engine, heavy music filling the car.
    “Better put your belt on, he drives fast when he’s angry,” said Will into my ear.
    I did what he said and then Zac threw it into first gear and sped off down the street. I held on and felt a little wild at the music and the speed we were going. I turned to Will and focused on him.
    “You have a mohawk now,” I shouted looking at his short hair in wonder.
    “That’s right,” grinned Will leaning over to me. “You like?”
    “Don’t even breathe on her, Will,” growled Zac, his eyes on the road.
    Will pulled back from me with a grin and dragged on his joint again, filling the car with a sickly sweet smell.
    Noah turned the music down slightly and asked, “So what were you and the Tyler man talking about?”
    I leaned back in the seat and suddenly giggled.
    “He told me how gorgeous I looked tonight.”
    The car accelerated around a corner and I was thrown against the door, hitting my head on the window.
    “Ow,” I wailed.
    “Well, he sounds amazing,” mocked Will.
    “It was nice to get a compliment,” I said, rubbing my head. “I don’t get many.”
    “Sounds like you’re hanging around the wrong type of guys,” chuckled Will offering me his joint.
    Noah laughed and I saw Zac shake his head, but I was too drunk to understand.
    I looked at the joint in Will’s fingers and shook my head. I definitely had too much tequila, and if we went around one more corner on two wheels, I was going to throw up. I squeezed the leather seats and knew it would be a shame to mess up such a nice car. I focused on Zac in front and how he changed the gears with precision, the engine sounding like a rocket.
    We were in front of my house in no time, and I tried to find the door handle in the dark.