Chapter 644

That evening, Citrine roped Monica and Wade into a marathon of Titan

Showdown. Monica and Wade barely had to do a thing-just trailing after their little sister was enough to rack up win after win. By the time they called it a night, both had managed to level up, a feat they'd been stuck on for ages.

Monica grinned, practically bouncing in her seat. "Citrine, what do you say we go out for some barbecue to celebrate?"

She and Wade had been stuck at this level forever, so finally breaking through had Monica buzzing with excitement. The idea of a celebration dinner popped out before she could stop herself.

Citrine's eyes lit up. "Sure, I'm in," she said without missing a beat.

Wade, loyal as ever, nodded right along. "If my sister's going, I'm going."

Wade had basically become the world's most devoted little brother-if Citrine said jump, he'd ask how high. He was more loyal than a family dog.

As the three of them started making plans, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Assuming someone from the family had come home, Wade hurried over and swung the door open.

But the sight that greeted him made his face drop. In a split second, he slammed the door shut.

Too late. Curry Black and three of his friends had already wedged a foot in the doorway and barged inside.

"What's this, Mr. Saunders? You're not happy to see us?" Curry grinned, eyes darting past Wade as he tried to peer inside.

Wade glared. "What are you looking at?"

One of Curry's buddies piped up from behind, grinning like a fool. "Hey, we just wanted to meet your sister, man."

Wade gritted his teeth. "You guys are unbelievable. That's my sister. I'm warning you-get lost."

"Come on, don't be like that. We're already here, just let us say hi to your sister."

"We're your best buddies, aren't we? Your sister deserves all of us looking out for her."

Looking out for her, my ass, Wade thought, his temper flaring. "Have you guys no shame at all?"

"Lost it years ago," Curry shot back cheerfully, his crew cracking up behind him.

Before Wade could stop them, the group muscled their way inside, ignoring him completely. He spun around, but they'd already scattered, vanishing into the house.

They made a beeline for the living room, where two girls were sitting on the couch.

Monica, Wade's older sister, was

familiar to them all. Curry and his

friends greeted her politely. "Henet

Monica! Wade said we could come by and hang out."

Wade stormed in just in time to catch that little performance. He shot them a murderous glare. "You guys are unbelievable," he muttered under his breath.

But the boys ignored him, their attention glued to the other girl sitting in front of Monica.

Holy crap. She's gorgeous.

Wade's little sister looked like she'd stepped out of a porcelain doll collection-too perfect to be real.

Damn, wish I had a sister like that.

The boys couldn't tear their eyes away from Citrine, staring so intently it was like they'd forgotten how to blink.

Wade finally lost patience. He stomped on their feet, jolting them back to reality.

Curry was the first to recover. "Hi, I'm Curry," he said, beaming. "I'm a friend of your brother's."

Townsend Hill chimed in next. "Hey, I'm Townsend. People call me the 'King of Crestwood' wherever I go, all eyes are on me."

Unlike those two clowns, Stevenson looked like he actually had his act together until he opened his mouth. "Hey, I'm Stevenson, but you can call me Steven. Male, into women, and my biggest dream is to give a home to every beautiful girl in Crestwood." Cóntent

Monica rolled her eyes. Citrine just smiled politely, but Wade looked like he was about to explode.