Warped Minds (Boys of Briar Hall, #4)

by Elena Lawson

“Tell me what you want, Ghost,” he said, lips swollen from our kiss, eyes so black I could fall into them and never come out again. “And it’s yours.”

“You,” I said on a breath, grabbing Grey’s hand on my breast. “And you,” I told him, spinning until I found Corvus standing just a few feet away,

“And you.” “That’s a lot of cock, AJ. Sure you can handle...

I nodded. I never backed down from...

Little flicks of the knife opened shallow wounds curving around the bone of my hip. I didn’t realize what he was doing until he was nearly finished.

I took the opportunity to crane my neck backward, finding Rook admiring his handiwork. The name Rook bled against my moonlit skin,

I hoped he’d cut deep enough for it to scar because it was the most beautiful tattoo I ...

“You said you wanted all of us,” Rook whispered against my neck, biting the skin beneath my ear.

“You say that like it’s a threat…” I trailed off, letting them see that it was the exact opposite.

“Step back, S...

I did, feeling Grey’s hands wrap around my middle, drawing me onto him from behind...

I held myself up, letting him slowly work himself into my ass until I was grimacing at the initial pain and how it evened out to a glorious sort ...

I tipped my head back as Grey adjusted himself inside me, getting even deeper. Strong arms wrapped around mine, pulling them back, securing them. Grey trapped me against his body, and I laid my head against his shoulder.

“What are you waiting for?” I all but growled,

Why was he making me wait?

I wished I could spit fucking acid. That would be a handy talent to have right now.

“AJ still isn’t back. If my theory is right and I think it is then…”

“He might have her,” Rook finished for him, his eyes wild now,

“We don’t let on we know anything,” I started. “First, we need to find out where he is.”

“Unless there’s some way we can get our hands on him without setting a war in motion with the Kings.”

“Fuck the Kings,” Rook injected,

“How do we know they aren’t in on this shit? He’s one of theirs.”

“And if going to war is what it takes to get her back, then so fucking be it,” Grey added.

We were going to walk in there, take Drake, and tell Mav that if he didn’t cooperate, it would be his head.

Falling for someone was never in the cards for me, but I didn’t just fall for Ava Jade. I’d crashed and burned, and I’d keep burning for as long as she wanted to hold me in her fire.

I didn’t love Ava Jade. What I felt for her went far beyond such a simple emotion. It was a nameless thing that kept me going,

She was the spark.

“We can’t kill him. Not yet. We need him alive.”

“Fine.” “Rook.” “I said fine.”

The front door of Sanctum crashed open and a storm of gray smoke chased Drake from the building. Diesel.

Drake straddled a motorcycle parked down the street from Sanctum, but Rook was almost there, his wraith-like shadow on top of him. Diesel poured out of Sanctum with Pinkie and Mav right behind him, coughing.

“Keep them here,” I hollered out the window to Diesel, gaze cutting to a genuinely stunned-looking Maverick. “And call back the others.”

The business end of my Colt traced the erratic driving pattern of Drake ahead between two other cars.

If I fired I’d risk hitting one of them instead of my intended target.

Rook’s gun discharged two shots, ringing in my ears. One hit the rear tire of the hatchback to the right, send...

The other missed Drake, but the gunfire was enough to scare the other car off the road, leaving him with no cover for...

I fired. Once. Twice. Drake jerked, the motorcycle swerving madly before he managed to right it.

Grey, heedless of the lines on the highway, drove straight up the middle, laying on the horn to keep the cars attempting to merge onto the highway from getting in our way. “Now,” he shouted. “Do it.”

Rook fired again and this time he would’ve had the fucker had he not swerved out of the way at the last second, using a break in the meridian to put himself on the other side of the highway,

He bent low over the bike, flattening himself with his elbows wide as he steered through the ...

“He’s going to get away,” Rook hissed, watching like a fucking bobblehead, trying to keep his sights set on Drake as Grey conti...

Rook grabbed my shoulder. “There!” I followed his line of sight and found a single tail light as it curved, getting off the highway. “Grey—” “I saw.”

With bated breath, we drove in tense silence, the whistle of the wind the only sound above the distant roar of fire and sirens as we took the exit road toward Edgewood.

The Rover rolled to a stop when the road finally reached a two way split, holding up traffic as it caught up behind us. Left would take us back to Thorn Valley. Right to Lennox.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The car behind him honked, long and loud and his eyes glittered with rage before he threw it into reverse, demolishing the front end of the car behind us before throwing it into park.

Grey didn’t reply, and the man in the car behind us opened his door, phone to his ear. Blood running in a straight line down the middle of his forehead.

Rook opened his door, flashing his gun at the guy. “Back in your car, asshole.”

“Maverick needs to answer for this motherfucker. He knows som...

“What are we doing here, Diesel?” Maverick’s misplaced sense of superiority tainted his voice