Read Online Unbeautifully by Madeline Sheehan - Free Book Online Page B

screamed.
    “Me?” Ellie screamed. “You’ve slept with half the town!”
    “You’re both sluts!” I yelled. “And traitors!”
    “Oh please, Danny, you can’t get mad. Your brother is the hottest piece of ass in this Podunk town.”
    “No! He’s a whore and a jackass and I’m convinced he might be somewhat brain-dead, but he is most definitely not hot!”
    “Sorry, Danny,” Ellie said dryly. “He really is.”
    I gaped at both of them. “Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve ruined our friendship! You cannot be friends with someone while you’re sleeping with their brother!”
    Anabeth waved me off and went back to painting her toenails. “Please, Danny. You know Cage never fucks anyone twice.”
    “No, I did not know that, and do you know why I didn’t know that? Because he is my brother !”
    “Well, now you know,” Ellie said, turning back to her book. “So, calm down.”
    I dropped to the floor with a loud thump and buried my face in my hands. “Oh my god,” I muttered. “I hate my life.”
    “This is why you don’t have a boyfriend,” Anabeth said pointedly. “You’re so dramatic.”
    • • •
    Clutching a fresh bottle of tequila, Ripper poked his head into the hallway, looked right, then left. The coast clear of Deuce or Danny, he wandered around the empty club before deciding on the kitchen, where he found Dorothy bent over the sink, washing dishes, and Hawk seated at the head of the long wooden table, nursing a beer.
    Hawk lifted his chin. “Wat up.”
    “Nothin’,” he muttered, sliding into the chair beside him.
    Dorothy glanced over her shoulder and frowned. “You want some coffee?”
    He glared at her. “Do I fuckin’ look like I want coffee?” he said, waving his bottle in the air.
    With an exaggerated eye roll tossed his way, she went back to the dishes.
    Whatever. She could think he was a drunk. He didn’t give a fuck.
    “I’m fuckin’ bored,” Dirty announced as he walked into the kitchen. “Anyone else goin’ crazy?”
    Holding up two fingers, Ripper nodded. “Yeah.”
    Grabbing the chair across from him, Dirty turned it around and straddled it. “I’ve gone a month without pussy. I got cum backed up straight to my fuckin’ brain.”
    Dorothy turned toward Dirty, looking repulsed. “Why?” she asked. “Why must you be so disgusting?”
    Dirty ignored her. “I need this shit sucked or fucked before my head explodes.”
    Hawk started laughing and Dirty shot him a look.
    “Naw, dude, for real. This shit keeps up, my dick is gonna shrivel up and die.”
    Not Ripper. He was having the opposite problem. His dick was going to explode. Between what had gone down at the lake still wreaking havoc on his thoughts, playing on fucking repeat, and now that bikini bullshit yesterday. Goddamn Danny.
    “Maybe you should shower?” Dorothy suggested. “Women like that sort of thing.”
    Dirty grinned at her. “What’s wrong, D? You don’t like me in my natural state?”
    Dirty’s “natural state” was a nasty fucking mess. The dude’s long brown hair was as greasy as fuck, his hands and clothes were stained black from motor oil, his fingernails were long and yellowed, caked with dirt, and he always stunk like week-old garbage. The only club bitches that went to bed with him had either drunk themselves into unconsciousness or gotten roofied by Dirty himself.
    “Let’s ride,” Dirty said. “Get the fuck outta Miles and hit up Billings, grab some pussy to go.”
    Maybe that’s what he needed. Fresh meat to flush Danny out of his system.
    “I’m down,” Hawk muttered and no sooner than the words had left the guy’s mouth, a ceramic bowl came hurtling through the air. They all ducked; the thing hit the wall and shattered on impact. As shards of ceramic went flying in all directions, Hawk jumped up, causing his chair to tip backward.
    “Woman,” Hawk growled, glaring at Dorothy. “I’m well past sick of your bullshit.”
    Confused, Ripper glanced