The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

to Jonas and his incredible instincts for deals.
And he’s in the best shape of his life, too.
    True, the guy’s been kind of a weird hermit for a
while now—obsessed with nothing but climbing and working out and
finding new investment opportunities—and, true, I’ve often thought
Jonas should get out more, maybe go to a fucking party now and
again, fuck some random woman he meets in a fucking bar, for
Chrissakes. But that’s just not Jonas. He’s always been the
sensitive one, attaching a deeper meaning to everything, including
sex.
    Actually, I suggested Jonas join The Club for a
month in the first place because I figured a little meaningless sex
might do the guy a world of good, exactly the way it did for me
(and he’s clearly not capable of getting random pussy for himself,
that’s for sure, though God only knows why, given what he looks
like). And now I’m finding out my poetic brother viewed joining The
Club as some sort of “surrender to insanity”? Well, shit.
    I run my hand through my hair, desperation
descending upon me. I feel like I could cry like a baby right now,
even though I haven’t cried since I was ten years old. I seriously
cannot do this again. I’ve carried my brother’s sanity on my back
my whole fucking life, even when I’ve barely been able to hold the
weight of my own. And I’m tired. I cover my face with my hands for
a moment, trying to pull myself together.
    There’s a long silence in the room.
    “Well, all righty, then,” Kat finally says.
    I glance up at her and she smiles warmly at me.
    And just like that, I regain my footing. “Holy shit,
Jonas,” I mumble, rubbing my hands over my face. “I’m all in when
it comes to protecting Sarah and Kat, okay? Whatever it takes—you
know that, right?”
    “I know.” Jonas exhales. “Thanks.”
    “I just think maybe you’re overreacting about—”
    “Fuck, Josh!” Jonas leaps up from the couch and
glowers over me like he’s about to strangle me—but I don’t flinch.
The dude wouldn’t hurt a fucking fly and we both know it. “These
motherfuckers threatened my girl and her best friend. Do you
understand? They crossed the fucking line!”
    I stand and open my mouth to speak, but Jonas cuts
me off.
    “I’m not letting them near her.” He pulls Sarah up
off the couch and into him. “I’m gonna protect her—which means
decimating the fuck out of them. Do you understand me? Decimating them .”
    “Whoa,” I say. “Calm down.” Every hair on my body is
standing on end. What the fuck is happening right now? He’s
spiraling into some sort of panic attack and I don’t fully
understand why.
    “I’m not gonna let it happen again, Josh,” he
blurts. “I couldn’t survive it this time—I know I couldn’t. I
barely survived it before. You didn’t see what I saw... the
blood... it was everywhere. You weren’t there.” He shuts his eyes
tight. “You didn’t see her. I’m not gonna let it happen again. I
can’t do it again.”
    I feel like he just punched me in the teeth. Why the
fuck is he saying this to me, especially in front of Sarah and Kat?
I’m well aware I was sitting at a fucking football game, cheering
happily, while Jonas watched our mother being fileted like a fish.
No one needs to remind me of that fact.
    “Jonas... Oh my God,” I say.
    “I thought you’d understand, of all people.”
Jonas’ voice is thick with emotion. “I don’t want to do this alone,
but I will. I’ll do whatever I have to do, don’t you understand? I
can’t let anything happen to her. Not again. Never again.”
    This is insane. I can’t believe Jonas is comparing
this situation to what happened to our mom. Motherfucker. He’s
crossed a line here. He’s fucking crossed a motherfucking line.
“Ladies, could you give us a minute?” I say, gritting my teeth.
“ Please .”
    Jonas juts his chin at me and squeezes Sarah like
he’s worried I might fucking attack her or something.
    “Jonas,” Sarah whispers,