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I’m about to say no, because as I said, I ain’t no cleat chaser, but the look in his eyes stops me. Those big gray eyes are full with an insane amount of excitement. He’s almost bouncing with eagerness at the thought of his fantasy.
I stupidly take the cup, sipping the Sprite, and cringe when I gulp down whatever the hell Kent put in it. “Ew, what the fuck is in this?” He lets out a little chuckle, holding a hand up in what I’m guessing is false sincerity. “Shit, that’s mine. Sorry about that.”
“I-dooon’t-feel-good.” My words slur together as I shake my head, the motion causing me to see stars. “Whateverrr-Kent-wass-drinking-fucked-meee-up.” “Probably all the vodka he put in it. It hit you hard since you don’t drink.” He helps me up, catching me when I almost fall over. “Shit. You ain’t lookin’ too great.”
His body slumps to the ground and I kick him twice in the side, taking pleasure out of his grunts of pain. Then I plop down on his chest to deliver blow after blow to his face. He groans some more, trying to roll away from me, but I don’t relent.
I knew that. I had planned for this response, so I do what I know must be done. “I planted those on him.” It’s the only way. Whaley once told me that we protect our family, and Blaine is my family.
Oh nooooo. 🥺This is gonna crush Blaine. He’s never gonna forgive himself for this. But of course this is the plan that Silas comes up w/. Always protecting his. ♥️
My guy’s got big plans for the future. He’s going to go to some fancy school and become a doctor. He’s bright and kind and everything I’m not. If anybody deserves to rot behind a prison cell, it’s me. Everyone thinks I’m no good and worthless, but not Blaine. Blaine—compassionate, intelligent, driven—thinks I’m worth more.
“He’s in one of the holding cells, but the sheriff won’t let us see him.” I gasp, my heart tearing and stomach clenching at the news. My cheeks start to heat as I try to find my words, but when I come up empty, I march up to Bunky and yank him toward me by his jacket as I shake him, filled with nothing but pure panic.
That’s not a good enough reason for me. I kiss the tips of his fingers as the first tear slips out. “Why?” “Because I fuckin’ love you, you dumbass.” His eyes narrow and his voice is rigid, his profession of love violent as hell. But it’s so perfect, so us.
🥺🥺🥺 that really was so them. Ugh,♥️. This is so sad. I feel so bad for them. Especially Blaine. You know Blaine is sooo head over heels for Silas. He’s gonna be a wreck.
I’ve imagined telling him I love him, pictured what it would look like, and it wasn’t like this. I know it’s stupid, but I wanted it to be romantic. I wanted to be able to hold him and make love to him and spend the night over the moon because he loved me too.
Of course you wanted it to be romantic. That is such a you thing. I’m sorry that moment was taken away from you both. ♥️ Ugh, I really want Kent dead. 🤷🏽♀️
“I love you,” I repeat against his lips. “I love you so fucking much, Si.” He pulls back, dropping my necklace, and I swear I can see his eyes watering, but Silas would never let those tears fall in front of other people. “I love you too, baby. You gotta go.”
Ugh, I could cry at how sad this is. I feel sooo bad for them ! & I’m seeing red. I want Kent dead. I want the sheriff dead. UGGHHHH ❗️❗️🤦🏾♀️🥺❤️🩹
“I promise I didn’t make him.” Tears spring to my eyes as I fight to keep my wobbling lip still. “I would never want him to do that. I woke up and he had already done it. I wish I could trade places with him, but I can’t. I’m so sorry.”
Poor Blaine, he’s dealing w/ his anxiety and now this guilt. He’s just a bowl of emotions right now. He’s going through it. ❤️🩹
“Honey, I know, but Silas has always taken care of the ones he loves. He might not have told me, but I know he loves you so much.” “I love him too, more than I ever thought I could love someone,” I say, accepting her embrace when she pulls me into her arms. “What are we going to do?”
I belong to Silas now. I know I’m young, but I know for certain that he’s the love of my life. He completes me, fulfills me, and frees me. I promised I’d get him out of there. No matter what. “I’m in,” I say with a firm nod. “What do we do?”
Then I clench my fists, teeth gritting as I stare Whaley dead in the eyes. “I’m going to help whether you like it or not. Silas is mine to protect. If anyone is going to be a part of this, it’ll be me, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽that’s right. Stand up for your maaannnnn. Fight for your relationship. Ugh ! I’m heated w/ him. He wants to help, let him !
Whaley stares at me for a moment, narrowing his eyes, and when he stands up, I’m afraid for a moment that he’s going to punch me for my tone, but I breathe a sigh of relief when he smiles. “Good.” He claps me on the shoulder, filling me with pride. “Loyalty is important to me. If you’re willin’ to risk it all for Silas, you’re one of us now.”
“A better man?” He snorts. “A better man wouldn’t have—” His words are cut off by the sound of metal-meeting-metal as the outside door crashes into the wall. My eyes jerk toward the right and I almost lose my ability to breathe when I see the love of my life charging toward me.
a cop I’ve never seen before says as he walks toward us. He’s got the logo of the neighboring county on his shirt, and he looks at the sheriff like the scum he is. “Jeffery Masterson, you’re under arrest for drug trafficking and contributing to the delinquency of minors.”
Listen, some people swoon over chocolates and flowers, but I swoon over curse words and possessive jocks. I didn’t know it was a thing, but I’m learning nothing about Blaine is what I expected, and I love every second of it.
“There you are! Why the fuck ain’t you answerin’ your phone!” I shoot up, whipping my head to the side to see a furious Silas stalking toward me. I bite my bottom lip, knowing I’m due for the ass whooping of a lifetime for leaving all his messages on read, but now that he’s here, I’m actually happy he is.
“Trying to actively not think.” “And you couldn’t do that on the field? That’s where you like to go, ain’t it?” I shake my head. “Ever since the pictures…” It just hasn’t felt like my safe space anymore. The football field after dark used to be the place I could escape to, but now there’s too many negative memories associated with it.
“Dad thinks I’m naive,” I admit, recalling the conversation I had with him the other day about Silas and I. He’s not totally against us, but he did try to give me some tough love. “He says this is just a teenage phase that everyone goes through. He said the people we fall in love with at eighteen aren’t always going to be the ones we end up with.”
I understand why he would say that. It’s very rare to make it all the way w/ your high school sweetheart. Let alone your first ever love.. the odds are definitely stacked against you both, but nothing worth having is ever easy. ♥️🤞🏽. I’m rooting for you guys.
“Look at me,” he whispers as he slides into me, cradling my face with one hand while the other rubs the top of my head. “Can you feel it?” His slow glides tell me everything that words could never express. Every gentle thrust, every toe-curling kiss, every tender touch shows me that I’m the one thing he loves most in this world.