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Avery stops scrubbing and straightens up sharply. Her eyes narrow and she looks the exact same as when I met her a year ago, cold and stunning and calculating.
“I’m a Mounty. I’m a foster kid. I was a child of neglect before that. Last year I was the target of a game that had most of the male population of this school following me around bugging me for sex every day. I’ve had to threaten Harley’s psycho cousin with a knife to the dick. You think I don’t have experience fighting off rapists? Please. Go back to your privileged, gilded fucking towers and leave me the hell alone.”
“She’s as loyal to him as you are to Liam O’Cronin so don’t be a dick.” “Difference is I can’t help the family I was born into,” he grumbles under his breath. Her eyes are pure ice. “Neither can she.”
I want a mobster’s son with the face of an angel and the rap sheet of a street kid. I want the singer with a soft heart wrapped in barbs and trip wires of devastating wit to keep it safe. I want the billionaire’s unwanted son with eyes of ice and an endless love for his sister.
I’m trying to get more variety in my breakfast because I’ve gorged on French toast for weeks. Not great nutritionally but it’s done wonders for my boobs. Namely, I have some now.
I used to think she was looking down at everyone but now I know this is her plotting action. She’s planning and making connections in her head, the students milling around her have no idea of the scale of manipulation going on while they eat.
Harley’s glare hasn’t eased off at all. He gives Avery a quick hug and then he grabs Joey’s legs to start dragging him down the hall. He holds them with the same enthusiasm you’d grab a pile of shit with bare hands. I watch with satisfaction as Joey’s head slams into every bump and chair leg on the way. I swear Harley is picking the most damaging path. I like his style.
Avery looks polished and perfect, and I look like someone backed over my dead body with a semi and then resuscitated me to force me to class. I tell her that at lunch and she smirks into her grilled salmon like a bitch. She’s lucky I’ve decided to love her.
My hands shake and a little nervous giggle bubbles in my chest. Is there a Wikihow on texting a hot, thankful rock star who is also your semi-reformed bully and tutoring pupil? What the hell do I even say?
Avery groans and walks over to put the coffee machine on. She grabs me a cup without asking and fusses with my coffee until it’s perfect. Again, I adore this girl so fiercely I wish I were a lesbian and I could lock this shit down. Alas, I like dick.
When the freshman kid next to me bumps me and then offers to let me blow him as an apology, Harley threatens to stab him with the butter knife. I’ve never seen a guy piss himself over breakfast cutlery so quickly.
“Who the fuck are you, Mounty?” I grin and lift the bottle of whiskey to my lips, “Maybe you should watch yourself until you know, Beaumont. I did warn you.”
A shiver runs down my spine and pools between my thighs. Not for the first time, I think about how damaged I must be to find him irresistible when he talks so casually about enacting blood-soaked revenge for me.
“Someone is stealing your underwear?” “Her used underwear,” says Ash. Harley looks at me incredulously. “Are you a magnet for fucked up shit and psychos?” Avery laughs. “Why yes, Arbour, she is.” Fuck me with a rusty spoon, can I please catch a break?
I’ve also burned the letters and sent your father a gift basket with a lovely note telling him to choke on the fucking pretzels.
Aves ♡
“I hear drinking the blood of your enemies helps with PMS. I’ll ask Ash to bring us a gallon.”
The creepy little fuck. Seriously, am I some sort of magnet to disgusting rapists and stalkers?! I give myself three seconds of shock and then I get angry. I get fucking livid. I’m not a victim, I’m not some helpless girl he can covet and jerk off to. I’m the fucking Wolf of Mounts Bay and I’m going to end him.
It's only in the black light that you can see the ink that covers me. The skeletal structure I've had tattooed to my skin, the jaw opening wide etched in my cheeks with vicious teeth. Every inch of my body is covered in the whorls and arches that imitate the pelt. The black light shows that underneath the human facade I wear the truth of who I am. The Wolf.
“Those idiot boys have no idea how fiercely the Wolf of Mounts Bay guards them.”
My challenge lights a flame in his eyes. His grin is savage and beautiful and he has the van unlocked, motor running, and ready to move in less than a minute. It’s like watching a pro and I must be seriously damaged because it excites me more than sweet words would.
“I used one to save you. One to get Senior out of the way until graduation. Now I've used another to cut Joey off. I don't regret it and I'd do it again. We’re all getting out of this alive, even if I have to call in every favor I have. That's why I have them.”
“Look, Avery’s informed me that there's going to be… wooing.” “What the actual fuck is wooing?” Harley sounds appropriately disgusted.
