Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

a new one. Now let me go, you crazy bitch!”
    “Oh, that’s right. You’re Miss Moneybags now!”
    Oh shit. Did Mackenzie tell Mila? And, if she did, did she tell her that I knew? A knot formed in my stomach, twisting and gnawing its way into a solid lump of dread. Maybe I should sneak out now before shit really hit the fan. But the screaming and accusations were like a ping pong ball going back and forth. My eyes followed the voices, waiting for the moment the ball dropped and it was all over.
    “Well, I couldn’t rely on you to buy me anything!” Mackenzie screeched, her arms flailing, still trying to get away from Mila.
    Mila’s lips twisted, her eyes filled with manic rage as she started to laugh. “I don’t buy you anything? How about a fucking roof over your head! A bed to sleep in? A toilet to piss in? Food to eat? Water to bathe? I buy you everything you need.”
    “What about the things I want?” Mackenzie growled and finally managed to get away from Mila’s death grip.
    “What about them?” Mila yelled, closing the gap Mackenzie created. “Life isn’t always fair. You don’t always get what you want. You learn to live without it.”
    Mackenzie straightened and took a final step toward Mila until they were toe to toe. Mackenzie may have been years younger, but she was inches taller than her sister. She looked down on her with venom in her gaze. “Well, I don’t want to.”
    Mila audaciously rolled her shoulders. “Well, too fucking bad, you ungrateful fucking brat!”
    Mackenzie shoved Mila, causing Mila to stumble back into the wall, and knocking a framed picture to the floor. It fell with a shatter. A huge crack in the glass formed down the middle of the picture, and right between Mila and Mackenzie. Dividing them just like they were divided now.
    It didn’t stop them from trying to rip each other’s throats out though. Mila went back at Mackenzie, so Mackenzie grabbed Mila’s hair, and started yanking on it. Mila shoved her hand in Mackenzie’s face and forced her away.
    I’d had enough. When I first walked in, it was clear they needed to have it out. As a fighter, I understood the need for physical confrontation, which is why I didn’t interfere. But, if I let this fighting continue for another minute, there would be blood and the next thing to break wouldn’t be replaceable. Plus, I feared one of the neighbors might call the cops and that would not bode well for any of us.
    So, I stepped in and went right for the middle, to pry them off of each other. I pushed them apart, but Mackenzie tried to leap back at Mila. I wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her away.
    “Put me down, you asshole.” She kicked and wailed, her foot missing my balls by only inches.
    I held her, hoping she would wear herself out, but the girl was a feisty little thing. She wasn’t stopping for shit. Mila bent over, hands on her knees, taking deep breaths. Our gazes met and the vulnerability I once got a glimpse of was there again as she turned to the shattered vase on the floor.
    “You done?” I asked Mackenzie.
    “Put me down!” she demanded.
    “I’ll put you down if you promise you’ll stop.”
    “Always making deals, aren’t you?” she said, and my heart nearly stopped. Maybe she did tell Mila. Maybe Mila knew. No, if she did, the anger would have eventually turned on me. My secret was still safe. For now.
    “Just stop,” I said, letting Mackenzie go.
    “Mackenzie, get the broom,” Mila said, her voice weak and defeated.
    “Get it yourself,” Mackenzie spat then walked out the door and slammed it.
    Mila jumped up, and I grabbed her arm, halting her. “Just let her go.”
    Mila didn’t even try to fight me. I kissed her forehead because, after all the intensity, I felt like she needed a little gentleness. I went to the kitchen to get the broom and, when I came back, I found Mila on her knees, picking up the shattered glass, unshed tears building in her eyes.
    The girl didn’t show