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Brielle
his friends little sister.
There is a justice system, and it consists of three rough and ruthless eighteen-year-olds. Three adopted siblings born for a purpose greater than those on the outside could ever understand. The brothers of Brayshaw.
“No such thing, baby girl.”
“You better chase after her,” Brielle pipes up. I cut my head over my shoulder, glaring at her. “And why the fuck would I do that?” She smirks, walking backward into the house. “Because that... is Brielle. I’m her cousin, Ciara.”
The real Brielle picks up her pace, bouncing all around as she tries to keep weight off of her left foot, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m already right behind her.
“It’s not my fault you assumed I was the taller, hotter, easier of the two of us.”
“I’m Brielle Bishop, and I’m late.”
A Brayshaw just kidnapped me. And I straight-up let him.
Maybe she’s not all there? Right as I think it, her right hand lifts, and I’m pretty fuckin’ convinced I’m right, ‘cause that hand, it doesn’t come down to scratch or hit me. Nah, the freshly snatched mini thing slips it between the seats in a dumbass move to introduce herself to the getaway man. “I’m Brielle,” she says.
“I knew it. Not Maddoc or Captain. Interesting.”
aren’t. I thought you guys were like, the Three Musketeers.”
“You know,” she leads. “All for one and one for all...” The girl even adds the little fuckin’ fist raise thing. Mac chuckles but clears his throat to hide it.
“Why are you here, Royce Brayshaw?”
“Then I’d probably say something like, I’m pretty sure you think I’m this little, guarded, overnight bumkin child of some kind who doesn’t recognize a wolf when she sees one, but I do.” “Good.”
I wonder how far down the tattoo on Royce’s neck leads?
“And maybe, smart-ass, you should turn around, show me that ass again as you walk it to class, unless you want me to play your shadow all day.”
Maybe that’s twisted, maybe I’m twisted, but I never claimed to be the sane one, that’s Captain. Maddoc is the angry alpha, and me, I’m the fuckin’ wild one. The time bomb. Unpredictable and admittedly, unhinged.
He wants to step into my family, insert himself where he’s not wanted. Touché, motherfucker. Consider me inserted. Brielle will know me and she’ll know me fucking well.
Like the North Star in a dark night’s sky, he burns too bright to hide. How exhausting that must be.
He holds his hands up lazily. “Ball me, baby girl.”
he grips my chin, bringing it right back.
Damon Salvatore,
Brielle Bishop. Tiny. Feisty. In for a fuckin’ ride.
“What do you know about being a BrayGirl?”
“I know it’s what people call the girls who spend their nights with you or your brothers, or anyone who has earned the Brayshaw name.”
“It’s a girl who is on lockdown. Untouchable to everyone, watched by all to keep her from doing things a Bray wouldn’t like or things she shouldn’t. Basically, she’s bound in bubble wrap, only to be undone by her man.”
“Because she’s good enough for his bed, but not his heart.”
“So sad, in fact, she pulled a random stranger’s cock into her mouth a whole five minutes after waking up today.”
“Well, fuck me, little Bishop.” He wipes at his mouth with a smile. “Didn’t expect the big C word to be your noun of choice.”
“Say it again, she sucked my cock.”
“What sign are you?” “Sign?” “Your zodiac sign.” He frowns. “Pisces ” A grin pulls at my lips and I look away. “Now it all makes sense.”
Will this forever be my new normal? My brothers with their girls, and me by my damn self?
“Hope you’re ready, little Bishop.”
“To come home.”
Home. As in to Brayshaw.
“If there’s something you want me to know, tell me all about it. Something you want me to stop doing or do more of, spell it out for me. Something you need from or of me, ask for it. I will give it to you if I’m able, and if I’m not, I’ll try to find a way.”
“All I want is to be whatever it is you hoped for the minute you decided I was worth this place,” she whispers with purpose. “But I can’t be if you don’t help me figure out what that is.”
“To ‘meet’ people, Tink.” “Tink.” I lean my forearms on the windowsill. “That’s not even original.”
“There isn’t a pair of pants, shorts, or even a Maybell style muumuu that could hide dat ass.” Raven laughs.
“So which is it, Playboy, you want me to play the lamb or the lion?” My muscles flex beneath my shirt. “How ‘bout my lamb, the world’s lion?”
“You know what kind of topping he likes on his pizza, or is it that you know the face he makes when he comes?”
He speaks, but only for me. “Why was he touching you?”
“You weren’t, won’t be, are fuckin’ not, his anything.”
“I asked you to keep it clean,” he says, his shadowy eyes locking on to mine. “What part of that made you think touching someone else was allowed?”
“I want to be the guy a girl closes her eyes at night and sees. The one she wakes thinking about ‘cause she wants to fuck me or fuck with me, fight with me. And not because she wants to gain something or prove something, but because I’m all that she can see and she feels blind without me, even if she wishes she didn’t sometimes. I want to be her light and dark and, yeah, sometimes her fucking nightmare. A fucking king in her eyes and she’d be all those things right back, the queen in mine. Of mine.”
She smiles, and without a hint of mockery. It’s pure and true and... fuck me, it’s gorgeous. She’s gorgeous. Beautiful.
Did my words hurt, baby?
“Well, fuckin’, well, Cameron. Would you look at that? And to think, we were only gonna snap three fingers, and my girl here got you for four, maybe even a couple of them bones a little lower, huh?”
Royce pushes to his feet, his eyes finding mine when he plants himself in front of me. “That was reckless and could have easily flipped on you.” I nod. “I know, but I knew you’d get to me before it could.”
