Praying for Rain (The Rain Trilogy, #1)

by B.B. Easton

Rainbow Williams is a fucking survivor.

A little fucking survivor. I knew it.

I don’t do us. All us does is get you hurt or killed, so I throw an E on the end of that bitch, and I use.

“Because it’s probably full of Justin Bieber posters. He’s so fucking dreamy.” Rain snorts through her nose like a pig. “Oh my God.” She cackles. “Did you just make a joke?” I raise an eyebrow at her and keep walking. “I would never joke about the Biebs.”

Wes doesn’t question where I’m going, but his gaze is a silent warning. If I try to run again, he’ll find me. I try not to smile about that until I’m halfway down the ladder.

Rain is mine. I stole her. I’m using her. I made her come less than an hour ago, and I don’t appreciate her parading around in front of me with some other asshole’s jersey on. “His fucking name is on your back.” “It’s all I could find!”

Rainbow the bombshell became Rain the badass.

I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing my whole life, and if I keep it, it will kill me. No wonder Rain was wearing a black hoodie when I met her. She’s the fifth fucking horseman of the apocalypse.