Bad Boys Never Fall (St. Mary's, #2)

by S.J. Sylvis

“Even when you’re far away from here, I’ll never stop looking for you.” His lips moved over my mouth. “I will find you, Gem.”

“I remember every moment with you.”

“Tell me what you want, Gemma. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? I’d love to get in there and see everything you’re thinking. You have been a mystery since day one.” His eyes bounced back and forth between

The second I caught his gaze, I felt the heat rush to my face, thinking about last night. And just like that, the dread disappeared.

“I do. And I have something planned. Something big is going to happen, and I can’t do it until I know you’re gone and you’re safe.”

sir-

“But when things are safe, I will come for you, Gemma.

I’ll keep it safe just like I’ll keep you safe.”

“Gemma, breathe, baby. It doesn’t matter what he has planned, because he doesn’t get to hurt you anymore.”

“It’s easy for me to think that when I’m with you. I’m not looking danger in the face when you’re in front of me.”

I need you to stay with me.”

I hated that she wouldn’t look at me. My knee hit the floor as I bent down in front of her, realizing that I would never bend down for anyone but her.

A stab of pain hit me in the chest, and I didn’t even want to speak. I shut my eyes briefly and dropped my hand, resting both of them on the sides of her thighs. My head came down and landed on her knees.

You don’t need anything else fucked-up in that perfect little head of yours.” Her lip trembled as she stared at Cade’s bed behind my shoulder. “Perfect little head? It’s messed up in my head.”

“The only time it’s bearable is when I’m with you.”

pillow. I traced the red rings around her wrists and almost bent down to kiss the raised skin, but I kissed her forehead instead. It was a sweet action. Something I’d never expected of myself, let alone falling in love with someone. But here we were. I was twisted and hooked and willing to change my entire future for her. I was nearly ready to give in to losing a small piece of my humanity. All for her. And it was worth it.

But Isaiah Underwood deserved to hear me say it. I loved him. And he deserved my love. Every bit of it.

Sick. I was going to be sick.

NO IM GOING TO BE SICK

He was going to love me even if I hated him.

😀

But you can’t kill him.” “I will if anything happens to her.”

I’ll burn the world down for you, Gemma.

“You’re a little minx.” “What do you expect when I’m stuck inside a prison cell all day being fed little white pills to make me happy?” She let out a little moan. “Plus, I like seeing you at your mercy for me. It feels good to be in control once in a while.”

MA’AM-

Isaiah. I felt safe with him. I felt good when I was with him.

“You will fucking wait, Isaiah. This is much bigger than your ego, so sit down.”

oop

Our girl.

“Did someone just say Gemma?” My uncle and I both spun around quickly, and my hands were already in fists. I locked onto two shadowed eyes, one of them black and blue, with dark hair hanging over his sliced eyebrow. He was my height but skinnier than me, standing right there in the threshold of my uncle’s office. “Who the fuck are you?” “He’s with me.” My stomach was like a catapult to the floor when the person speaking in a shy tone stepped to the left and farther into the room. My uncle’s hands fell to his side as his jaw unhinged. “Journey?”

“Journey, where were you?” I looked at Tobias as a heavy feeling fell upon my shoulders. “And how did you find him?” Journey and Tobias turned toward each other before she addressed me. “I’ve been at the Covenant Psychiatric Hospital since the night I was taken from here.”

I was worried but controlled. With Gemma, I was fucking lost.

If I could take her place, I would. In a heartbeat.

tight. I shut my eyes as her beautiful face floated into my head. The sassy look she’d given me on the day I met her. The way her features were pulled in tight as she yelled at me for making the school think something had happened between us in the art supply closet during that first week. How excitement shined bright in her green eyes when we darted through the forest with something much more than attraction pulling us together. It all seemed so trivial now, so innocent and insignificant given everything we’d been through, but there wasn’t a moment spent with Gemma that was insignificant. We had no idea the shit we were up against that first time I kissed her. I hadn’t known how deep it all truly went.

Gemma and I were destined to burn from the start, but it felt like I was the only one burning alive.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” My head was pressed to Isaiah’s chest, and my senses sprung wide open. “It’s okay. Just breathe. Take a breath, baby.”

brb sobbing

“If you cry, I’ll wipe your tears. If you have nightmares, I’ll wake you up. If you break down right here in front of me, I will piece you back together. I’m not leaving your side, and you aren’t leaving mine, either.”

She was beginning to look more like the Gemma I knew, and all I wanted to do was keep her to myself.

Gemma was my girlfriend, and the whole fucking lot of St. Mary’s would know it. Maybe I was a little possessive, but there was a difference between possessive and controlling. She was mine for as long as she wanted me.

Did I seriously just get fucking butterflies?

“You’re the baddest good girl I’ve ever met, Gemma Richardson.” Her brow flicked. “Well, maybe I’m not a good girl, Isaiah Underwood.”

“She’s never seen Harry Potter, Isaiah!”

I KNOW

Isaiah’s hand was back in mine, and a soft kiss pelted the side of my head. I peered up at him, and he gave me a reassuring smile. Things were far from being perfect, but that was okay. Perfect was overrated, and this right here was better than anything I’d ever had before.