Make Your Move (Hannaford Prep, #2)

by J. Bree

I glance back at Joey’s unconscious form slung over the other guy’s shoulder. What a funny choice of words Luca

“The Jackal told Joey not to touch me because he thinks he owns me. He’s going to take me someday, lock me in a room, and force me to be with him. He’ll rape and torture me until I submit to him. If I don’t make some very careful moves in the next three years I’m going to be trapped by him. Any guy who touches me is in danger if it gets back to him.”

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.

Again, I adore this girl so fiercely I wish I were a lesbian and I could lock this shit down. Alas, I like dick.

his eyes. “It was a thank you, Mounty. Jesus, I wasn’t bribing you.” I shrug and take a bite of my apple. “Most people say thank you

before I go. She’ll either insist on coming with me or she’ll try to talk me out of it.” He frowns and shifts his focus back to the teacher,

“Sorry,” I mumble and I turn away from him, focusing my eyes back onto the assignment in front of me and trying not to vomit in shame. I'm fucking pathetic. Blaise doesn’t speak again. I mark everything he’s finished and we put together a page of notes for an upcoming test. I manage to calm down and focus on the work enough that

Lance the Mounty, because I can’t remember the little fuck’s last name to save my damn life, is becoming a problem. He gets to our tutoring sessions before me without fail so I don’t even get a minute to myself to set up. When Ash realizes this, he starts coming earlier as well so when I arrive

Fuck me with a rusty spoon, can I please catch a break?

“She also had photos of him and she’s posted them as well. The letters… aren’t good and he’s drinking and smoking in the photos, which, to his parents, is worse than nudes. His dad is going to fucking kill him.” I stop scrubbing and cut him a look. “As in be very angry or actual murder? Do I need to adopt him, too?”

“I know a lot of people from all different walks of life. Some of them are gangsters. I am not a member of any gangs, I do not fuck members of any gangs, and I do not owe loyalty in any manner to any gangs.”

“I want something. I can’t have it. I’m not good at not getting what I want. I know you’re going to bitch me out for being a spoiled rich kid but it’s the truth.”

I decide that all guys are the devil and I need to stay the fuck away from them.

My stomach drops. My vision blurs, my ears ring, and I think my heart has exploded in my chest cavity. Fuck. I’m dead.

The truth is I’m not ever fearless, I’ve just learned to live and work through it.

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.

“I was discreet. Then they decided to woo you as a group and as a result we’re having to deal with them all here at once. Now that you’re awake and Ash is here we’re going to watch some bullshit thriller movie Blaise insists on and then they’ll sleep here.”

“If you're trying to warn us off, it's not going to work. We've never agreed to anything as quickly as when we agreed to share you. I'm not planning on wooing you, I'm planning on doing whatever I need to do to get to keep you.” I swallow and he licks his lips. “I want us to keep you. I don't want you all to myself, I want to share you with my best friends and I want you to love every fucking second of it.”