Page 227 of Wicked Savage Wolves
“I just want to talk—”
“No,” I snarl. Honestly, I don’t want to talk to either of them. I want to finish my cold lunch meat and then I want to go to bed.
“No?” He rears back incredulously.
“You heard me. No. You were a complete asshole today. You were an asshole last week. You keep fucking with me and for what? I’m tired of this game, Des. So, no, I don’t want to talk to you. Not today. Not tomorrow. Just, go away.”
He exhales a harsh breath and his eyes soften the slightest bit. “Meiying, I…” He pauses and turns to Deacon. “Look, I don’t like you, but I need to talk to her about personal shit. So, you gotta bounce. Now.”
Deacon’s jaw tightens, but he nods. “Fine. But only if you get the team to stop fucking me over in practice.”
“Done.”
A nod. A handshake. And then Deacon leaves, and wasting no time, Desmond pulls me into the room and closes the door behind me.
“Just because you got rid of Deacon doesn’t mean I’m going to talk to you. You can go, too,” I tell him, setting my water down on the nightstand and shoving the last of the turkey into my mouth so I have an excuse not to talk to him at least for the next minute.
He sighs, and waits for me to finish chewing. Urgh. I don’t want to talk to him, but I know he’s going to try again, and now that I’ve had time to think, I’m done. I want off his merry-go-round.
“What part of go are you not understanding?”
His Adam's apple bobs. “It’s about your mom.”
A strangled laugh escapes me and I swing my arms wide. “What? What about her is so important that you had to come fuck up my night after already screwing up my day?”
He doesn't say anything, just looks at me like I’m a little crazy. And so what, maybe I am, but he made me this way. He’s the one butting into my life. Interjecting himself where he doesn’t belong, and now this.
“Well? What was so damn important that you couldn’t just leave me the fuck alone?”
He’s not leaving. Fine. I’ll leave instead. I grab a pair of leggings—I’ll throw them on in the car—slip on some sandals, and grab my phone and keys. Jerking my bedroom door open, I head for the side door.
“Meiying!” He calls my name, but I don’t stop.
“Go home, Des,” I call over my shoulder as I make it outside.
A few of the girls are outside hanging out on the picnic table. All of them looking my way as I exit the house, Desmond right behind me.
“Meiying, stop.”
I flip him off over my shoulder and he growls. Actually growls. Stupid wolfhole. I can growl too. I’d be happy to show him my teeth and sink my claws into his skin.
I’m almost to my car when he grabs me by the elbow, and I’m about to tear away from him when he bites out, “Your mom was in an accident.”
“What?” I shake my head and pull away. “She literally called today while you were in my room earlier.”
“Meiying,” his voice is soft, eyes somber. A stab of pain hits me in the chest. No. He’s wrong. I just talked to her a few days ago and she was fine. And she called earlier today. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I pull out my phone and punch in her number.
“Meiying—”
I hold my finger up, silently telling him to wait.
The call goes straight to voicemail. My stomach sinks. But no, that doesn’t mean anything. Mom is forgetful. Her phone is probably dead. Once she charges it, she’ll see the missed call and call me right back. It’s fine. Everything is fine.
A notification flashes across the screen. I have a voicemail. I smack my forehead. Of course I do. She called earlier and left me a message. I enter my pin and wait for the message to start.
“Hey, sweetheart. I just wanted to check in on my girl. Hope you’re having fun. I’ll call yo—” her voice cuts off. There’s the sound of tires squealing in the background. A shrill scream. The crunch of metal.
Oh my God!“Mom!” No. No. No. She has to be okay. She—
