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Hurt comes in all different forms. There’s always someone worse off than you, but that doesn’t make your pain any less real, any less heartbreaking. EZRA CAMPBELL
Jagger Izaro is my bossy, alpha asshole and his identical twin, Jameson, a close second in the brooding department.
Side by side they’re almost too similar, brown hair, brown eyes, chiseled jaws, and wide shoulders, making them every girl's wet dream.
Jagger’s hair is longer, to his chin with a slight wave to it, while Jameson always keeps it above his ears and styled.
Jagger scoffs. “Luella, I beat the fuck out of some punk tonight who thought he had a chance with you,” he bites out, his eyes swirling with something I hadn’t noticed there before, and my jaw hits the floor in surprise. “What makes you think I’m going to let you get wasted and go looking for dick when there are four right here in this room?”
“Lou, they’re mad because they came looking for you a while back, and I told them you weren’t interested anymore,” he mumbles, guilt thick in his tone, and I shoot up off the bed.
Sighing, I hold his gaze. “I don’t want to argue with you, Leo. I really, really don’t. I have missed you more than you can ever imagine, but it seems you’re all happy to continue without full communication, and that’s bullshit. When you’re ready to act like men, and actually have a conversation with me, so we can be on the same page, let me know. I stopped handling boys a long time ago, I’m not about to start again now.”
Maybe Naomi is on to something. Men are fucking useless. Except for their cocks. But a dildo works just fine too, right?
Pulling the coffee table closer to the couch, I open my books and put my laptop onto the wood tabletop as I turn the television on, and find my favorite series to rewatch in the background, Teen Wolf. Nothing makes me work harder than a hunky and intelligent Dylan O’Brien on my screen.
“I heard you, Izaro, and if she says she’s okay with mine, then Lou-Lou can have mine,” Vince interrupts, and my mouth dries at the tension that instantly heats up a notch. But I’m slightly impressed that Vince continues to stand his ground around these assholes, even if it may be the death of him.
“You’ve got this, Lou-Lou. You either walk like a king or—” “Or like you don’t give a fuck who is,”
Pain is knowing love and losing it. Love is caring even when you shouldn’t. Caring is putting someone else first before yourself. Putting someone else first makes you forget to be selfish. Being selfish is never wanting to lose what you once had.
“Fuck that, Jagger, you lied. You’re lucky we fucking care about you enough not to break this family apart because of it. She needs us, and we need her. Once you pull your head out of your ass, you’ll see that too,” he bites out, anger in his eyes as he rubs the back of his neck in annoyance, before turning on his heels and exiting the locker room.
“You brought me here. You had me move into this house. You are the ones with all the secrets. You are the ones attempting to fucking control the people I speak to or fuck, all while being the ones that keep pushing me away at every opportunity. If you don’t want to tell me shit, that’s fine. But I’m done being pushed around because I once fucking loved you and now you’ve decided I’m not worthy of being on the inside anymore.”
Jagger: Luella just arranged a date with Vince. Said it was our consequence. This is on you for taking the battery. Fix it.
“Look what you’re doing to them Ella, baby. You’re bringing us all to our knees even when we don’t want to submit,” I murmur, and she moans in approval. She’s always loved wielding her natural control over us.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again, you coward. Otherwise I will lose my lady-like demeanor, and I’ll drag your sorry ass through the town straight to your motherfucking grave. Have I made myself clear, Vince?”
Hurt comes in all different forms. There’s always someone worse off than you, but that doesn’t make your pain any less real, any less heartbreaking.
“I hope you know how much you mean to me, Lucy. Which is why I won’t rush this. Once I’m inside you, really inside you, it’ll be forever. I need you to be prepared for that.”
Leo: Luella Carter, food is my love language, so shut the fuck up.
Throw me to a pack of wolves, I won’t be torn to shreds or eaten. I won’t even overthrow the alpha, I’ll be their goddamn queen.
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“You either take me to this fight and tell me what the fuck is going on or I’m gone. Forever.”
