Hannaford Prep: The Complete Series

by J. Bree

Yep. I hate her.

Harley shrugs out of his blazer, and for a single heart-stopping second, I think he’s going to take his shirt off too. Disappointment burns me when he rolls up his sleeves instead. Shouldn’t he be worried about getting blood on his crisp white shirt? God, I’m such a pervert.

Blatant lie. I’d be interested in him. Or either of his friends, really.

From the time he shot me.

“Settle down, Beaumont, I’m just saying you’re a decent human being when you’re not being an asshole to me.” He clears his throat and I swear there’s color on his cheeks that wasn’t there before. “Are you blushing right now? What exactly has you swooning? The word asshole?”

He tugs me into him and moves his free hand to the back of my neck, gently cradling the nape of my neck and rubbing the silky curls there.

YES

“So, we’re criminals now? We just take things whenever we want them? I’m not sure I have enough black in my wardrobe for this, someone should have pre-warned me,” drawls Blaise as he wipes his hands on his jeans. “We were always a little criminal, Morrison,” says Ash and I try to ignore their

“I’m never going to eat again. Goodbye boobs, it was nice having you,” I mutter and Avery cackles. “That will shut them up! The boobs are in danger.” Harley snorts and shoves the French toast back at me. “Save the boobs, Mounty.”

I cannot have Blaise in this room while I’m off my tits. Bad idea. I can’t have him around until I’m back… on my tits. Or whatever the opposite of this is.

“Secret girls business,” says Avery in her most innocent voice. He rolls his eyes at her. “With the two of you that could be anything from pairing the correct shoes with an outfit to plotting the murder of a filthy rich senator for your own gain.”

“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.”

My heartstrings ❤️

“I told him I was out on the town and he said I’m not the type of girl that should be out at parties. I didn’t even tell him where I was! He thinks I’m some perfect china fucking doll, maybe that’s why he won’t fuck me.”

Is he the coyote?

“Why Harley? Like, of all the dicks on this school she could climb, why him?” I’m totally fucking pouting. Thank fuck he isn’t around to see it. His head would probably get so big it would explode.

My theory is that she is the serial killer that was hired to kill him

Our first class for the day is history, and I do a double-take when I see that the second spot, under me, is Ash. Not Harley.

Love this douchebag

Luca shrugs again, grabbing his phone and tapping out a text. “We can’t figure that out either. The Jackal is going fucking insane over it, but the Crow can’t find a reason why either. He just says it’s a blood thing. Whatever the fuck that means. Bikers are a strange breed.”

Is that her father?

Boar, wtf

Or her father.”

I called it

I glance up to find Ash scowling and broody, a glass of bourbon dangling from one hand. He looks like the spoiled rich asshole I truly thought he was when I first laid eyes on him. Okay, he kinda is exactly that, but he’s also mine.

I love this boy so much