The Reclamation (The Club Trilogy Book 2) by Lauren Rowe Read Free Book Online

elaborate. “Thank God, bro,” Josh says. “That would have been just like having sex with you.” He mock-shudders, obviously highly amused.
    Jonas isn’t amused at all. “We’re totally off track here,” he says, exasperated. “The only thing that matters is that these bastards have fucked with Sarah and Kat, and we have no way of knowing whether they’re done fucking with them or if they’re just getting started.”
    Josh leans back on the couch. He sighs audibly. “I don’t know.”
    Jonas lets out a loud puff of air. “What the fuck does that mean?” He stands. His jaw muscles are pulsing. “What the fuck don’t you know ?”
    There’s a beat as Josh tries to process Jonas’ sudden flash of anger.
    “You don’t fucking know what?” Jonas booms. Oh man, he’s gone from zero to sixty in a heartbeat.
    “Hey, man, calm down. Just... Jesus, Jonas. Sit down.”
    Jonas’ entire body tenses. Every muscle bulges. “Fuck that! Fuck everything except ‘What do you need from me, Jonas?’ Fuck everything except ‘I’m with you, man, one hundred and ten percent!’ I’m not gonna sit around and wait to find out if these fuckers have something more planned for us. I’m taking them down.”
    “ Sit down, Jonas ,” Josh says emphatically. “Let’s just talk about this for a minute, rationally.”
    “Oh, you’re gonna tell me how to be rational? Mr. Buys-a-Lamborghini-on-a-Fucking-Whim-When-His-Girlfriend-Breaks-Up-With-Him is gonna tell me to be rational?”
    Josh rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying I don’t know, that’s all. I’m not saying ‘I disagree.’ Big difference. Just sit the fuck down for a minute. Jesus, Jonas.”
    “What the fuck don’t you know ? There’s nothing to decide. I’m telling you they’ve fucked with my girl. That’s all you need to know! End of story.” He’s started prancing around the room like a boxer about to get into the ring.
    “Jonas!” Josh yells.
    Jonas’ eyes are blazing.
    “Sit the fuck down. Come on.”
    Jonas grabs his hair in frustration.
    “Please.”
    Jonas grumbles loudly, but he complies. His eyes are on fire. And so is the rest of him. Holy Baby Jesus in a wicker basket, he’s so frickin’ hot right now, I want to tie him up and make him beg me for mercy.
    “Thank you,” Josh says politely. He exhales pointedly. “You get so riled up sometimes, man.” He shakes his head.
    Jonas is trembling. And so am I, just watching him. Oh man, he’s a beast—a sexy frickin’ beast.
    “Okay. Now take a deep breath for a second.”
    Jonas glares at him.
    “Do it.”
    After a minute, Jonas begrudgingly makes a big show of breathing deeply, as requested, but it’s hard to tell if the exercise is calming him down or pissing him off.
    “Good. Good. Thank you. I’m on your team, bro—I’m always on your team. No questions asked, no matter what. Always. One hundred ten percent.”
    Jonas nods. He knows that. Of course, he does. Without a doubt.
    I glance at Kat. She’s sitting on the edge of her seat in the corner, her eyes wide.
    “Just take a second, man,” Josh continues. “Don’t fly off the handle. We’ll just talk about it, man to man, okay? Talking it through doesn’t mean we’re having a disagreement—we’re just talking it through to consider all angles.” Josh keeps his voice calm. Something tells me he’s talked Jonas off the ledge a time or two—and maybe even literally for all I know. There’s still so much I don’t know about Jonas and his demons.
    “Don’t talk to me like I’m eight years old,” Jonas huffs. “I’ve read that stupid book, too, you know. ‘Talking about it doesn’t mean we’re disagreeing.’ Find a new bullshit line, man. That one’s stale.”
    Josh laughs. “It’s all I’ve got—the only thing I remember from that stupid book. Don’t take away my one smart thing to say. Not everybody’s got a photographic memory like you, motherfucker.”
    Jonas nods and exhales, regaining control