Vicious Lies (Bastards of Boulder Cove, #2)

by Rachel Leigh

Temptation is getting stronger and I’m not sure how long either of us will be able to resist. The physical attraction is real, and lately, my feelings have been brewing for Jagger. I try to ignore them and maintain whatever friendship we have, but it’s getting harder and harder.

“Nah. He’s pretty much still an asshole, but he’s my asshole.”

“Why won’t you look at me, Scar?” My stomach flip-flops, and when I don’t respond, he tips my chin up so that I’m looking right at him. “What’s there to look at?” I cast my eyes down, even though he doesn’t drop my chin. God, he’s gorgeous. Tall, toned, and tanned. His sultry honey eyes match the dampened tips of hair that shimmer like gold. Every inch of his body is perfectly sculpted. My heart pitter-patters when his thumb grazes my lower lip. “Me.” He tips my chin again. “Look at me, Scar.”

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and I inhale his single breath.

“Have you seen Scar?” he asks, his gaze dancing over my shoulder. My lips purse together and I skim the room casually. “No,” I lie, “haven’t seen her.” He steps past me in search of his girlfriend, while I go straight to where she’s at.

“There’s something I need to tell you, Scar.” “Can it wait? I’m really worried about what's going down at the Ruins. Riley’s there and Crew’s gonna wonder where we’re at.” And just like that, my heart splinters. “Yeah. Of course. We’ll try again tomorrow.” Same song, different dance. What the fuck was I thinking?

“I’m gonna fuck you, Scarlett.” His words are a song in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking bowlegged for days. Then, I’m gonna fuck you again.”

I’m not sure if I’ll ever regret what we just did, but I hope Crew can forgive me for wanting to do it again.

To whoever finds this, We tried our damnedest to get out. We almost made it. But Jagger Cole’s continuous shouting and swearing drove me batshit crazy. So I killed him and ran away. Don’t look for me, Scarlett Sunder

Suddenly, I see everything clearly. Neo blames me for every bad thing that has happened in his life. But does he put any of that blame on Jagger? Or even on Crew? Deep down, does he really hate us all?

I scratch the top of my head, wondering what the hell is going on. “Well, isn’t this a nice little family reunion?” Everyone looks at me as if I’m the one who’s lost his mind. “Tough crowd.”

Neo holds up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.” I cough, covering up the sound of me muttering, “Bullshit.” Crew takes my hand and we pass by Neo. As we do, Crew says, “It’s three fingers dumbass.”

“Damn. Jagger must’ve really loosened her up, but okay, if she insists on three.”