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March 4 - March 4, 2022
as I watch a bimbo with brash red hair ride my boyfriend’s cock.
If he had ever dared to lift a finger to me, I would have slapped him back and then tossed his abusive ass to the curb.
“Thanks for the heads-up,” I say, blowing Bryant a kiss when I walk past Darrow’s crew, looking like I haven’t a care in the world.
Bryant ditches the blonde and chases after me. “You deserved to know,” he says, falling into step beside me.
He’s hot as fuck, but from the smug tilt of his lips, he knows it too.
“It won’t just be me,” he adds, carefully watching my face for my reaction. “We’re a package deal.”
What Saint says is law. Everyone knows it.
“Yeah, that’s why you’re chasing after her, pounding on our door like some fucking pussy,” Saint replies.
He tosses a grin in my direction. “Don’t start without me.” He waggles his brows before walking off after Darrow.
Saint zeros in on my chest, smacking his lips and smirking. “Nice rack.”
“This is me waiting.” He squeezes my ass cheeks, and I bite down on my lower lip to stifle a moan. “I’m getting our girl warmed up.”
“Interesting.” Saint holds my hips, dragging my butt back and forth across his crotch. “But it can wait. I’m horny as fuck.”
Saint yanks my head back around. “Eyes on me, baby.”
watching his cousin exorcise his demons.
I’m walking past a long table when a leg darts out on purpose. I jump over Galen’s foot at the very last second,
as Saint plops down into it. “This seat is taken.” He levels a dark look at Emmett. “Permanently.”
“I’m not sitting with you or any of your minions,” I add as Caz, Galen, and Theo sit down around us.
A nice guy with a side order of bad. Someone who could push my buttons and rein me in.
“Are you going to behave?” His thumb makes circular motions against my skin. “No.”
I’m sure the sharp edge of a blade pressed against that growing bulge in his jeans would do the job.
“That was a one-time thing, sweetheart. The Saints never go back for seconds.”
and I’m so disappointed in Mom because she’s swooning in his arms like she’s never been kissed before.
She has feelings for him. My life is about to become ten million times harder.
For the first time in my life, I don’t trust my mother, and I doubt I ever will again.
Especially when she’s moving that asshole into our house this week.
I’m in this alone. Like I’ve always been.
“Always so ladylike, princess,” Caz Evans says, smirking.
“Go fuck yourself.” “I’d rather fuck you.”
Something cold slips over my skin, and I jerk my hands back, but I’m too late. Caz has already secured the handcuffs around both my wrists.
“I happen to like that look on you. Suck it up, princess.”
Saint grabs my chin painfully, lifting my head and stretching my neck as far as it will go. He swipes roughly at my mouth. “You had a little drool there.”
He smirks, whipping his head around to where Caz is propped against the entrance to the bleachers with his feet crossed at the ankles. “Nice touch.” “I thought so,” he agrees,
“Although I’d prefer if she was naked and cuffed to my bed,” Saint adds.
“Man, am I glad to see you guys. Come in.” Neo ushers the four guys into our hallway. He slaps Saint on the back, dragging him into a one-armed hug. “Welcome to your new home, son.”
I KNEW IT
“You too, Galen.” She palms his face, and he smiles at her like he adores the ground she walks on.
And she thinks it’s a good idea to move him in here and make him my stepfather. Way to pick ’em, Mom.
I slam to a halt as three sets of male eyes flit to my naked form.
“Your lungs will thank me some day.” I push my face in his. “And after you destroyed my dress, you’re lucky I didn’t stub it out on your pretty face.”
“Nah. The view’s much better in here,
He takes his time zipping me up, and it’s a slow form of torture.
He glowers harder, and I laugh.
but I have zero guilt anymore and zero respect for my mom.
The entire time I’m talking to the outlaw dicks, Saint’s gaze drills holes in my back.
From the looks being shared around the room, I know I’m not the only one who thinks Mom’s lost the plot.
he moves his hand up under the hem of my dress. I grab hold of his wrist, stalling his upward trajectory,
but he makes no move to retrieve his errant girlfriend,
“The princess doesn’t like Parker’s hands on you,” Caz tells Saint as he reclaims his seat beside me. “Too bad she doesn’t call the shots,” Saint drawls, smirking as he clamps his hand down tight on my thigh.
before she and her obnoxious fiancé leave for their weekend of debauchery.
“Enjoy your weekend, Giana. Don’t forget to pack your first aid kit. I have a feeling you’ll need it.”
“New rules,” Saint says, entering the garage from the house. “You ride to and from school with us from now on.”
