The Bad Boy's Rules (Sample)

Chapter 5 - The Point Of No Return

"Where the hell were you?''

I jumped, turning around. I spotted Kendrick. He had his arms crossed, waiting for me on the couch.

"I was at a friend's place." I tried a lie but knew it wouldn't get me far.

"Wow, are you seriously trying to lie right now?" He let out a bitter laugh "You were with Haze, weren't you?" He hissed, anger flowing out of him.

"How do you know?''

"I am a gang leader. I have my sources." He said angrily "Are you okay?''

"I've been better but I'm alive, aren't I?" I tried to walk around him but he caught my arm

"You could've called. I was worried sick." He spun me around, forcing me to look at him.

"Haze took my phone.''

"You slept at his place?'' He frowned.

"I didn't really have a choice, did I?'' I said, annoyed.

"Stop being so rude Winter. You could've died last night.'' He barked.

''And you don't think I know that?'' I barked right back.

"I'm sorry. I think.." He paused "I think I'm mad at myself.'' He shook his head, sighing.

"Why? For leaving me all alone at the party? Or for not telling that some gangs were after me?"

"You know about the gangs?'' He bite his lower lip, clearly feeling guilty.

"Yeah, Haze told me.''

"I never wanted this Winter. I should've protected you better. I should've known--"

He paused abruptly.

"What is this?" He said, staring at my neck.

''What is what?''

"Your neck. Oh my god.'' He brushed hair off my neck and his fists clenched.

I ran to the closest mirror and my jaw dropped. Tanner's hands mark had printed on my neck. So much about getting away with everything huh?

"Who?" He said through gritted teeth, so tense I was scared he'd explode and wreck the house.

"It was Tanner." I hardly swallowed saliva. My throat was so dry.

"WHAT?" He shouted.

"THIS BASTARD STRANGLED YOU?" He was out of his mind.

"Calm down please. You'll wake them up." I begged, worried about Mariah and Kass.

"I don't give a single fuck Winter. My cousin's been strangled by my enemy. I'm going to-."

He punched the wall, anger flowing out of him. Suddenly, he grabbed his phone and texted someone.

"What are you doing?" I asked, nervously.

"I'm texting you."

"But I don't have my phone. Haze does."

"Exactly."

He hit the button " send " and I took his phone out of his hand.