You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 101

Easton We're not really cleaning up much out here.

More like the three of us are shooting the shit and talking about taking the boat out with the girls before we head home.

Occasionally, we'll toss a chair cushion back on the couch and pick up the beer bottles and cans we left scattered on the tables from last night, throwing them all away in the discrete trash can that sits nearby.

The back door suddenly swings open and Aisha bursts outside, screaming like she's being chased by a serial killer with Sadie following after her, that serious expression on her face telling me she's intent on murdering her, just as she promised.

"Blake, oh my God, tell her to stop!"

Aisha yells as she runs into his arms, panting like she's just ran ten miles.

He holds her close, rubbing her back as he glares at Sadie.

“What the fuck is your problem?” "Don't talk to her like that,"

Ryan interjects, defending his girl.

Aw, so sweet.

Though we've got no time for sentiment right now.

"Sadie, what happened?"

I ask as Ryan goes to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and glaring at Blake and Aisha.

"She's a complete bitch,"

Sadie practically snarls, pointing at Aisha.

"Talking so much shit to us, yet acting like an innocent angel for you guys.

Don't fall for her lies, Blake—she's a psycho!"

Damn.

If anyone is acting like a psycho right now...

I hate to say it, but Sadie is borderline hysterical.

"I'm the psycho?"

Aisha turns in Blake's arms, her back to his front as she rests her hand on her chest.

"You're the one who's chasing me with a knife!” Sadie glances down at her empty hands before holding them out in front of her.

"I don't have a knife, you fucking whore bag.” "Hey, no need for name calling,” Blake says fiercely.

"We can talk about this like reasonable adults."

"Reasonable? She's accusing me of chasing her with a knife when I never even had one! What the hell are you talking about?"

Sadie sounds on the verge of tears and Ryan tucks her close to him, rubbing her back as he whispers to her.

I can only assume he's trying to calm her down.

The triumphant expression on Aisha's face is unmistakable.

The girl is trying to make Sadie look like she's out of her mind, and it's working.

Such a manipulative bitch.

Harper suddenly appears in the open doorway, rubbing her ass with a pained expression on her face.

"Everything okay out here?"

I rush toward her, crowding her in the doorway, my voice low so no one else can hear me.

"Are you okay?"

"I fell.” She winces when I rest my hand on her right ass cheek.

"Landed on my butt."

"What do you mean, you fell?"

Sadie rushes over, a contrite expression on her face.

"I'm so sorry I pushed you.

I didn't mean to.

I don't know my own strength sometimes, I swear."

What the hell? Sadie pushed Harper? Maybe Aisha is right.

Maybe Sadie is the troublemaker in this situation.

“It's no big deal,"

Harper says, reaching out to grab Sadie’s hand and give it a squeeze.

"I'm fine.

Just landed hard on that cold tile floor."