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July 18 - July 27, 2022
Caz Evans—the muscle. Stories of his brutal strength are legendary around these parts. He’s killed men with his bare hands if they are to be believed.
I’m close to six foot tall in these heels, and Saint still towers over me.
“I’m choosing to focus on the positives.” I smile as Emmett climbs up on the old dresser beside me. “Which is?” he inquires, clinking his bottle against mine. “I can murder them all in their beds and claim it was a home invasion.” We all laugh, but I’m only half-joking. The thought has crossed my mind.
There is no way even a drop of alcohol is passing these lips when there are so many dangerous men in my house. I need to keep my wits about me. While I recognize some of them, there are a lot of faces I haven’t come across before, so I take a few photos on the sly when no one is watching.
“We know he took your virginity when you were fifteen,” Galen says, louder than necessary. “And that you’ve been whoring yourself out ever since.” A few catcalls and giggles ring out from the jocks and cheerleaders table, but I ignore them. “Guilty as charged,” I admit. “Although I call it taking control of my sexuality. It’s the twenty-first century, Galen. Women have the same right to enjoy consensual sex as men. Your comment just confirms your ignorance and lack of intelligence.”
Saint referred to it as a romantic weekend away, but I doubt Neo has a romantic bone in his body. Tying women up and torturing them is more his style. The eggs I’m chewing feel like sandpaper in my mouth as the thought lands in my mind, and I find myself fearing for Mom until I remember she’s a lying cow who invited a monster into her bed while it was still warm from my dad. She’s on her own with this.
He crawls over me, and I hold myself still as he hovers on top of me. “You will obey me, or the torture you suffered as a kid will pale in comparison to the suffering I’ll inflict on your body.” CHAPTER 15 HE REMEMBERS. HE knows. That’s all I’m thinking after Saint tosses me out of the room and I make my way back to my friends.
So...he knows what his farher did to her when she was just a 13 yr old girl.……there is no coming back from something like that. Holy shit I hope she kills him and his dad. Fuck.them.both.
“He’s not as immune as he lets on.” He eyeballs me. “Would it kill you to call a truce?” I plant my hands on my hips. “I’m not the one who drew battle lines. And it’s not my fault if he’s his own worst enemy at times.”
Saint stares at Theo, and they have one of their silent conversations as he pulls me in closer to his body, kissing the side of my head. I don’t think he realizes he’s done it. Galen’s mouth drops open, and Caz smothers a smile.
God, he smells divine. Like vanilla mixed with spice and orange blossom
Get a fucking grip, Harlow! You’re acting like some hormone-crazed teenager. Note to snarky voice in my head—I am a hormone-crazed teenager.