So Bad (Bad Boy Next Door #1) by Kelley Harvey Read Free Book Online Page B

impressive.
    Fuck.
    I stalk to the house. The glass doors mock me with my reflection.
I’m strong, right? I’m bad ass, right?
    Then why can’t I control my own destiny?
    Why can’t I have what I want? Who I want? When I want?
    I want Mo. And I want her now.
    But I can’t have her, so I want to fucking break something.
A growl rises from deep in my gut, turning into a roar. All that ferocity
gathers in my fist. With one hard swing it goes through the plate glass.
    Shattered glass peppers the concrete. Damn, that feels good.
    Until it doesn’t.
    Wetness drips onto my foot.
    Blood.
    Aw, fuck me.
    The sting sets in, followed by a throb. Shit. That’s a lot
of red. I step into the house. Bare feet on glass, not such a great thing.
    In the kitchen, I grab a towel and wrap my sliced wrist. It takes
only seconds for it to soak through with blood.
    I pull my phone from my pocket. Damn. Why the fuck do we have
to live in the middle of fucking nowhere?
    I have no choice. I’ll bleed out before a fucking ambulance
can get here. I dial the last person who probably wants to take my sorry ass to
the hospital.
    It goes to voicemail. Try again. Voicemail. She’s just not fucking
answering my calls.
    Forget it. I trot to the guest house. The wound throbs like a
motherfucker. I hold my arm over my left pec, blood trickles from the dripping
towel, down my chest, soaking into the waistband of my shorts.
    I bang on the door.
    Before it’s even open, she says, “I thought I asked you to
leave me alone.”
    “I need you.”
    “Holy crap, Danny.”
    She runs inside. A couple of seconds tick by and she’s back,
turning me toward her car and giving me a push.
    She buckles me in and hits the gas. Her eyes are on the road,
both hands white knuckling the wheel. “What the hell did you do?”
    “The back door looked at me wrong and I had to take it out.”
    “Does it hurt?”
    Stings like a bitch. “Nah, it looks worse than it is.”
    “You broke the door?”
    “Yeah. You know, it’s an old house, apparently built before
safety glass.”
    “Why would you break the glass?”
    “Told you, it—”
    “Seriously, Danny. Why?”
    “I’m pissed. Okay? Don’t you ever get so fucking mad you
want to destroy shit?”
    Mo shakes her head, not the kind of head shake that says no ,
but the kind that says you’re a fucking idiot. Only Mo wouldn’t say
fucking, she’d say freaking or silly or some other ridiculous word. Though she
did just—
    I shift in my seat. “Did you say hell ?”
    She shrugs. “Maybe.”
    My wrist stings like fire, but I laugh anyway. “What do you know?
I made you cuss.”
    “Hell isn’t a curse word. Not really.”
    I nod. “Sure, okay. Whatever you say.”
    *
    Mo hasn’t said three words since I called her on cursing. I’d
swear she’s embarrassed. Over the word hell . Ten minutes and we’ll be home.
    “So, doc says I need to not use the hand for a couple of days.
Think you can come up and help me out tomorrow evening and Saturday? Laney will
be at the house in the morning, but when she leaves…”
    She sighs. “Fine. Text me tomorrow when Laney heads out,
I’ll come up. But don’t expect me to chat or keep you company. I’ll help you if
you need something, but that’s it. Got it?”
    “Yeah, of course. I’m disgusting. You wouldn’t want to talk to
me or anything; one of my cooties may jump over on you and dirty you up.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Danny. I just—it’s best if we stay
away from each other as much as possible.”
    I slide my good hand over her leg.
    She jerks her knees together. “Stop. I told you—”
    My fingers trail to the top of her thigh. “I know what you
said. But I’m betting you don’t mean it. I’m thinking, given the chance…”
    She pushes my hand off. “Don’t. Don’t bet on anything. You’ll
lose, Danny Jennings. You aren’t the guy I need. I’m not going down this road.”
    Not the guy she needs.
    What about the guy she wants ?
    *
    I have to call