Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) by Marie York Page B

about that because you’re a self-centered snotty bitch who only cares about herself.”
    “Ouch,” she said with a smile, and, though I would never in my life hit a girl, I’d be lying if I said she didn’t tempt me. “That was low… but completely deserved. Sorry. Sometimes, I say things that I don’t necessarily mean. They just come out.”
    “It’s fine,” I spat, trying to calm my nerves by clenching my fists.
    “So, can we just keep this between us?” she asked, and I realized then, by the way she fluttered her eyelashes, that her apology wasn’t real.
    She was trying to push one over on me, and I was almost stupid enough to fall for it. You know what? Fuck this. If she wanted to play games, then it was on. Two could play this game.
    “Tell you what. I won’t say anything as long as you promise you’re done. You’ll go and get a different job. A respectable job that a sixteen year old should have, and you’ll start going to school. Every. Single. Day. No more of this rebellious fucking act that you have going on. And you’ll start treating your sister with the respect she deserves.” I held my finger up to her face to emphasis my words. “One slip up and you’re ruined. You got that?” Her eyes widened, and my jaw clenched at her silence. “Mackenzie, you got that?” I growled, just as the cold metal of cuffs clicked into place on my wrist.

Chapter 2
    Mila
    Mackenzie was up and dressed when I walked out to the kitchen to get my coffee started. I blinked the sleep away from my hazy eyes, and tried to focus on the lit up time on the microwave. I hadn’t overslept as I expected.
    “What are you doing up?” I asked, as I dragged myself to the coffee pot, only to be surprised that the grinds were already placed inside.
    “Good morning to you too, sis,” Mackenzie said with a ridiculously big smile which fueled my suspicions. This girl didn’t smile, especially not at six-thirty in the morning.
    I started the coffee, and turned to my bright-eyed sister, gearing up for another fight, or whatever she had up her sleeve now. “It’s too early for games. What’s going on?”
    “Why would you think anything is going on?” she asked, innocently, and I swore I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone.
    “Because, at this point in my morning, I’m usually getting ready to fight with you to get out of bed.”
    She shrugged. “I woke up early, and decided to just get up. Nothing is going on. Have your coffee. Trust me, you need it. I’d also avoid a mirror for the foreseeable future. You’re really not a morning person.”
    “Thanks,” I muttered, as I grabbed my favorite coffee mug. “Not all of us can be flawless like you.”
    “I know. It’s a gift, really.”
    I rolled my eyes, and turned to the stove, turning on the burner.
    “I already ate.”
    I flipped the knob back to off, and spun around, resting my ass against the counter. “Seriously. Who the fuck are you, and what did you do with my sister?”
    “You’re being dramatic. Go take a shower.”
    I stared at her for a moment, searching for some hint that she was hiding something, but I didn’t find anything. So, I poured myself a cup of coffee and headed to the couch.
    “What are you doing?” Mackenzie asked, jumping up from the stool.
    “I have all this free time now, so I thought I’d watch a little TV.” It was a luxury I didn’t get to indulge in very often.
    “What kind of relaxing is that? It is a proven fact that a shower is the best way to relax.”
    “Is it now?”
    “Yes, I read it in a magazine, so it has to be true.”
    “Don’t you know you can’t believe everything you read?” I asked, and clicked on the TV, just as Mackenzie tore the remote from my hand.
    But it was too late. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the TV as I flipped from channel to channel. Knox’s name was on every anchor’s tongue, and his face was on every channel. The information varied from station to station, but they all had one