Garron Park (From Nothing, #1)

by Nordika Night

I was stoic, silent, and lethal. Devon was playfully dangerous, loudmouthed, and sinister.

“Stay,” he whispered. I didn’t know what to make of that. “Maddox?” It was barely a whisper this time, and he wasn’t even fully lucid. I barely moved, not wanting to hear whatever he was about to say. “Thanks.” Oh, fuck him.

“Tension isn’t all about hate, Madd.”

“Maybe, instead of fucking with him, you should be fucking him!”

“You fucked with my head,” I blurted, completely unaware I was going to confess all my shit to him in the middle of a forest. “You got all beat up and vulnerable, and I’d never seen you like that before…” What was I doing? “And then you slept in my bed, twice! And I felt you there, okay? I felt you, and I saw some shit that I shouldn’t have, and I goddamn showered you! And now my head’s all fucked up and I don’t know what to do about it!” Shut up, Maddox.

My heart wanted to hurt him. My head wanted to hate him. My body just straight-up wanted him.

“Fucking hell,” Devon snapped. For the third time, he grabbed my throat, slammed my back into the tree, and crushed his mouth to mine.

“Don’t worry, Madd,” he said, languidly jerking me off. “I’ll bring you to your knees, too.”

“Because as much as I fucking hate you, Maddox, I fucking like you, too. Okay?”

“You touch him again, I’ll fucking kill you.” Chills spread over my skin. The tone of his voice was ice cold, demonic, dangerous, and etched with something that told me he wasn’t making idle threats. The look in his eyes must have conveyed all that, because my dad hesitated, backing up a step.

“Your concern is cute, Kane.” “Don’t call me cute.”

“And the fucked up part is, I want to protect you from everyone else.”

I crashed to my back beside him, panting like a pug,

I’d assault him anytime I goddamn pleased. He was mine to assault,

It wasn’t even planned, but Devon shot up his middle finger at the same time I did, and then they mocked us for that, too. “Aw, they finish each other’s sentences!”