Back to You: A Hudson Family Series- Book 1- Synclair and Reece Read Free Page A

his hands and backed up. I knew I was soaked from head to foot. My wet clothes clung to me and I began to shiver but I couldn’t stop staring at Reece. I needed him to tell me it wasn’t true.
    “I just need you to answer my questions, with a simple yes or no Reece.” I took a deep breath. I could do this, just lock down the pain like always and execute. Forcing my breathing to slow down and even out, I was about to ask Reece my first question when Barbie broke in.
    “Reece doesn’t owe you any explanations, you were a bet. If he could get the girl with the crack whore momma into bed, he won five hundred bucks.” Barbie gloated.
    I saw red and my vision dimmed as I shifted my attention to Barbie. So they all knew about my mom and my life? Fine, they wanted the street rat, I would give them all the street rat they could handle starting with Malibu Barbie.
    “Amber!” Reece growled.
    I put my hand up to silence him. I walked over to Barbie and smiled. That took the smug look right off her face. Instead, she looked puzzled.
    Before she could blink, I grasped a handful of that blond hair and forced her head down while bringing my knee up. She cried out as her nose connected with my knee cap, but I wasn’t satisfied. This was what they wanted to see, right? With a hand still clutching her hair, I took my fist and smashed it into her stomach. While she was bent over sobbing, I whispered in her ear, “Yep, my mother is a crack whore, I did live in a hotel and you have no idea what I’m capable of.” I drove her back towards the guys. Their jaws were dropped as they looked from me to Barbie.
    “You may need to take her to the wellness center before that bonfire, stud,” I said coolly. I was glad that I was able to keep my voice steady despite the chaos raging in my heart. At that moment, I knew I didn’t belong in college. I was the daughter of a wealthy woman turned crack whore, my father was an MIA douchebag and the only person that truly cared was Uncle Jack.
    I had been an idiot to think that someone like Reece Hudson actually gave a shit. Apparently, my virginity had a price tag, and it was five hundred dollars. My stomach rolled when I thought about how three hours ago I thought Reece and I had a future; that someone actually cared about me. But that was ridiculous, and I blamed myself. Fairytales were for the Reece Hudsons and Barbies of the world, not street rats with crack whore moms.
    Large steel bands wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off the ground they hauled me against a rock-solid chest. I knew it was Reece. I needed to leave, I needed him not to touch me, I was going to break down and the fuck if I was going to cry in front of all of them. Arms that I had willingly gone to only hours ago, now caused me squirm to get away.
    “Synclair baby stop.” He didn’t seem to notice I was getting him all wet.  He whispered to me like someone would talk to an injured animal. But I wasn’t wounded, I was fine, I was going to be just fine as soon I could get out of his damn hold.
    “Let. Me. Go.” I ordered. I would have kicked him but his six foot-two frame against my five-foot one easily kept me up off the ground.
    “I think she broke my nose, Oh my god, I want her arrested, call security I was assaulted.” Barbie squawked. I had to grin; her face was a wreck with her mascara streaked down her face. Reece’s friends were putting ice from the Lunchroom on her nose and trying to soothe the whiney bitch.
    “Come on Amber, it’s not broken, let’s just get you home and get you cleaned up.” Keyvin soothed.
    Amber a.k.a. Barbie was having none of it. By now we had attracted a nice crowd. I smirked at my handiwork. No, violence didn’t fix things but there were occasions when you just had to smack a bitch.
    “Reece don’t let her leave.” Amber- Barbie ordered Reece while working to stem the blood pouring out of her nose. I wondered how long it would take for her to bleed to death from that. I