Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw, #1)

by Meagan Brandy

A rescue means a price, a price turns into a favor, a favor becomes your moment of shame. Shame is what ruins you.

I push the chick a few feet over, until I can fully shove her into the pool. Because why the fuck not, it was too easy not to.

I may have a vagina, but I’m no pussy.”

Royce tosses his jacket on my head and I toss it in a puddle on the ground.

“I can’t wait to watch you fall.” “Don’t worry, Leo.” I smirk, walking backward. “Whores are good on their knees.”

Yet here I sit, comfortable on the lap of the king, confident with his palm spread across my abdomen, and strong with his princes at our sides.

“Your choice cements you here, with us. With me. And now? I want every motherfucker to know where you are at the end of the night.”

“That sounds a lot like a king falling. The ground isn’t very soft at my feet.”