Page 23 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

Logan grins and leans down, kissing me until I’m breathless and panting again before he pulls back a fraction, his lips barely skimming mine.

“Forgive me,” he whispers, sounding desperate and broken.

My heart shatters, wanting everything from him but knowing it’s not going to be easy. I’m at war with myself, too choked up that I can only nod and meet him halfway to kiss him again so he can’t see the determined expression on my face.

I can forgive, but not without teaching them both that actions have consequences.

Nicky

“Come on, I have a surprise for you,” I gruffly say, rearranging my hard as fuck cock in my pants as I grab Tillie’s hips and lift her out of the lounge chair.

Tillie’s gaze goes down until her eyes latch on the front of my pants where my dick is straining to break free and shove into her perfect as fuck pussy. A smirk slowly spreads across her mouth. She bites her lush bottom lip and raises her dark chocolate eyes towards mine with a wicked glint.

Fuck. I love when she looks up at me with those doe eyes that are so expressive.

“What surprise? I’m going to be honest, I don’t know if I can take another spanking. My ass is so sore, it freaking burns.” She grimaces, rubbing her hands over her butt cheeks with a pout that makes me want to spank her again.

“Stop being a brat and come on.” I send her a mocking glare, trying so hard to hide my expression… my feelings, but I’m so tired of it.

For once, I’d like to be able to let go and just fucking breathe without having to wear a mask on my face all the time. Tillie brings out the good in me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a bad guy, that won’t ever change, but I can still treat her like someone who is precious to me—because she is. I don’t want to be unfeeling like my father. He's a disgusting human being that only cares about himself. I always thought I would have to hide every emotion, every expression. It was supposed to be a weakness if you showed even an ounce of love. Tillie and Tey… they bring out these feelings that I’m not going to contain anymore.

Fuck Jin.

I’ll kill him before he can hurt the ones I love. No more hiding. I’m bringing the fight to him when he least expects it. Kill or be killed. It’s time.

Logan walks ahead of us and Tillie raises a brow at me in question, but she shakes her head when she notices my lips are sealed. Tillie walks over to Logan as he waits for her, throwing his arm over her shoulder. He glances down at her with a small smile, looking happy, like really happy for once. My gaze shifts over to Tillie as she turns her head to look up at him, her expression a mix of contentment and a hint of sadness.

Like I said, it’s hard for her to hide her feelings. Logan frowns, his brow furrowed as she smiles slightly at him. She says she forgives us, but I don’t think it’s that easy or simple. We have to earn her trust so I’ll step up and be the man she needs.

I follow behind them as they exit the pool room, heading back in the direction we came from, towards the sounds of the guys talking and Isabella scolding them. I like Dom’s grandmother, she doesn’t take any shit from anyone. With four huge, strange men standing in her kitchen, she still manages to stare down at us, even though she’s short.

The moment we step through the kitchen archway, Nicola comes barreling at Tillie with a warrior’s battle cry that's more like a shriek and tackles her into a hug.

“Oh. My. Gosh! Babe! You are a freaking boss! Big titties, little waist!” Nicola shouts at the end as she draws away from Tillie, rubbing her shoulder against the side of her cheek with her tick.

I’m very protective of my little sister. I’d kill for her, and protect her, no matter what. I’ve always stepped in whenever some asshole makes fun of her just because she has Tourettes. It’s not every second that she has her Tourettes, it comes and goes randomly, depending on her emotions. She’s so strong and I’m fucking proud of her every day. It’s just part of who she is. People can be cruel, but she stands up for herself and that makes me proud. I’ll always have her back, even when she thinks I can be unfeeling, showing signs that I really am Jin’s son. I think another reason I’m in love with Tillie is because of how she doesn’t care, she treats my sister like any other person. She doesn’t see her as being different.

I need to find a way to show Tillie that I love her. I’m a man of few words, so I'm not sure how to use my words when they matter the most.

“Real hot girl shit!” Tillie laughs, her face lighting up with joy. “Girl! You were listening to Megan Thee Stallion without me? That’s a song meant to be sung together by besties. I’m really glad you’re here, I have a lot to tell you.”

“So I’ve heard.” Nicola glares at me over Tillie’s shoulder, like she’s planning my murder. “Nicky, I’m so pissed at you—Pauly want a cracker?—that I’m going to kick your ass.” Her expression is a mixture of pissed off and disappointed.

“I know. I give you permission,” I reply in a choked voice, hating how I’ve let down my little sister.

Nicola stares at me in shock at my admission, and I let my mask slip a little so she can see my regret. She blinks slowly at me, her lip curling at the corner as she makes a ticking sound like a car engine turning over.

“Where’s Evan?” Tillie questions, heading over to Tey to sit down in his lap without hesitation as he opens his arms for her.

I used to feel a burning sensation in my chest when they were together like this, but now all I feel is contentment, like this is it for me. My real family. A place where I feel at peace. I like seeing Tey nuzzling into her neck with a happy sigh as he stares at me across the kitchen. His crystal blue gaze always ensnares me with burning heat and a look of obsession. It gets me hot and really fucking bothered, and doesn’t take much for him to get my cock painfully hard. With one glance, my cock is pushing against my slack zipper, begging to be let out to slap across his face. I think I’m going to be walking around the rest of my life with a semi-hard cock with Tey and Tillie always in my thoughts.

“Right here. You okay, Tillie?” Evan says from next to Isabella as she hands him plates to set the big family table that looks like it could hold twenty people.

“I’m okay. It’s so good to see you guys,” Tillie gushes, beaming at Evan as he goes over to her and hands her a plate.

He keeps his distance, making sure his hands don’t touch hers… Smart man. Tey eyes him like a predator, close to snapping his teeth at him if he gets too close, and I keep my eyes on him as Nicola moves over to his side, leaning against his arm. Evan gulps so loudly that I can hear him across the kitchen as I stare coldly at him. He would be dead for dating my sister, but I’ve only ever seen him treating her nice, so he’ll live, for now.

“Stop glaring in the corner and take a seat.” Isabella chuckles at me and waves her spoon towards the dining chairs.

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