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“Do you know how to fuck?” he demanded plainly, getting to the point. “Do you know how to please him?”
My insides shrunk, and I jerked out of his grasp, looking away again.
My father had never touched me, but I knew the reason most likely had nothing to do with the fact that I was his daughter and more to do with the fact that Damon didn’t want anyone touching me.
My skin started to buzz, and I already felt better. This room was another world. Our world. Damon’s and mine.
I let my shoulders finally fall, and I closed my eyes, safe in the knowledge that no one could see me right now.
But I did like to watch other people. Kind of like Kai did.
But he could be scarier than Damon. And my brother, Damon Torrance, had been a nightmare since the first time I met him. An exquisite nightmare.
She worked for him, but she won’t tell me what she did.
Damon’s only supposed to be thirteen, and he’s drinking and smoking? He can do whatever he wants. Like an adult.
“When I come on the scene, they all fucking look away,” he whispers, staring outside. “When I speak to them, their voices shake. They don’t even let their wives, girlfriends, or daughters come around if they know I’m home.”
But I belonged to Damon Torrance. I didn’t know why he wanted me. Not at first. And I was scared bad things were going to happen to me. And they did.
Within days of arriving, moving into my cubby in the tower, and spending hours upon hours being his shadow, I was captivated by him. I idolized him and wanted to be like him.
Volos was a milk snake and Kore was a corn snake. Both completely harmless, neither venomous.
CHAPTER 8
Damon liked having someone to run with when his friends weren’t around, so I’d had beer, wine coolers, mixed drinks . . .
I kept my head down, though. At Damon’s request. I was to observe. Not interact.
“You’re gonna be eighteen next summer,” Lev pointed out. “You getting out of here?”
The idea of leaving forever—of living by myself, working by myself, making my own friends, coming and going without consequence—it seemed too far-fetched to consider. Even if I wanted to—which I didn’t—Damon wouldn’t allow it.
Everyone cheered as the other guy tapped out, ending the fight with Kai as the winner. I kept my smile small, but I couldn’t hold it in entirely. He
No. He wouldn’t have cornered me in the Bell Tower, he wouldn’t have confessed all those things he’d done, if he had a girlfriend. Kai wasn’t like that. He wasn’t . . . Damon.
I dropped my eyes, knowing I had no right to be mad. He wasn’t mine.
“Someone with opportunities, ambition, and drive. And speaking from someone who spotted them on a picnic table last summer when we all went camping up the coast, she’s looks like a good little fuck, too.”
You have a place, and that’s not it. It would never work.”
He was my best teacher.
“I would never have tried anything with you in the Bell Tower if I had a girlfriend. She’s seeing other guys. We are not together.”
He was the best feeling in the world.
“And I’m sorry to say,” he continued, “but it doesn’t really look like she wants to be yours.” He said to me, “You want me to take you home?”
What would happen to my brother if I broke his heart?
Damon turned to me. “Who do you belong to? Who do you love?”
And I caught the glint of relief in his eyes before they turned hard again. Did he actually have any doubt?
CHAPTER 9
He knew how to party but never went over the limit like Will.
Until he got out of prison. Now he was different.