“You don’t know shit. This is my family. That includes Luke. I love him, but not in the way you think.”
“Well, maybe you should enlighten me, because right now I don’t know and I don’t care who you are. I love him and it’s in the way you think. This is my family too, so if you have a secret to share or something to say, now is the time to do it. Ever since I have been around, your place here has been a big secret, so if you expect me to know shit and have a little more patience with your fucking attitude then you better start talking.”
I was now seething. My nostrils flared as I stared down Maddie. She was just as stubborn as me and not backing down. I had a feeling this was about to come to blows. My best plan of action was to just wait for her to make the first move. I didn’t need Luke saying I was starting shit and I didn’t want the other girls to jump on me for hitting her first. My head was pounding. My pulse was racing. My eyes had blocked out everything in the room but her. My ears were not as easy to tune out the noise and I could hear the other girls in the room trying to calm us down. Monica had stepped to my right and her voice was in a fog, but I could make out the words, “please, just let it go” that were whispered close to my head.
When the door swung open and a loud “Hey!” was shouted, neither of us budged. I knew it was Luke and the thought pissed me off more. If she let her beady little pathetic eyes sway the slightest in his direction I was going to cut her fucking throat. Arms that I knew could belong to no one but Luke grabbed me and hauled me out of the bathroom and through the crowded clubhouse. He pushed me through the group of people that had formed outside the door, forcing my feet to move. People got out of our way without hesitation and I could feel every eye in the room on me. This normally would have been embarrassing, but I was so pissed that all I could think about was ripping Maddie’s head off. The noise had died down and I was beginning to remember who I was and what was happening.
Everyone here was hiding something when it came to Maddie. Red had told me that her story was for Luke to tell. It seemed that I was the only one out of the loop which pissed me off even more.
We neared the doors and they were opened for us as Luke escorted me outside with his hand wrapped tightly around my waist. He never broke stride as we crossed the sidewalk, into the carport and entered the house. I could hear laughter throughout the house and noticed that kids were here. They didn’t seem to notice us, and I didn’t have time to get a count of how many of them were there. Luke steered me through the kitchen, living room, and into his bedroom. Once inside, he let go of me and turned to lock the door.
Chapter 6
Dallas
“What happened?” he immediately asked, once the door was closed and we were alone.
“She fucking happened. This is the third time, Luke. The third fucking time that I have had to deal with her shit. What the fuck is going on? Who is she and why is she here?” My body shook slightly with the anger that was coursing through my veins. Luke ran his hands through his hair and paced the room. I watched him as he walked from one side to the other. He looked to be trying to figure out what in the hell to say to me. “The truth, Luke. The truth is the best way to go with this. I can handle it, just tell me. I don’t care if she is your ex, but I need to know. I look like a damn fool! Everyone knows what is going on but me. If you have had your dick in her, that’s fine, but I deserve to know.”
“She’s not my ex, Dallas,” Luke snapped. He sat on the bed and let out a deep breath. What was so fucking hard about this?
“Dammit, Luke! Just tell-”
“She’s your sister, Dallas.” I looked at Luke dubiously. What?
“What did you say?” I whispered. I must have heard him wrong.
“She is your sister,” he said softer this time. My blood ran cold as his words sank in. My legs buckled beneath me and I dropped to my knees. This wasn’t happening.
“You’re lying,” I said, rocking back and forth. I placed my fingers on the pressure points at my temples and began to rub. There was no way. I didn’t have a sister. I was an only child. My parents had been together for years. They were so in love. Neither one of them would have done this. I was older than Maddie. I had to be. “How old is she?” I asked, staring at the wood floor below me-concentrating on the dark lines in it.