Page 5 of Wreck Me

“Now, I know who you are, what you are, and I also know who your mom is. Second to mine, I believe, as it currently stands these days.”

“Maria… Maria Bennett?” he rasped.

A shimmering blue Lexus caught my eye as it pulled into the spot on the other side of this shithead’s Ferrari.

I gritted my teeth. Witnesses.

Just what I didn’t fucking need.

“You’re the prodigal daughter,” Damien spoke, drawing my attention from the new arrivals.

“The name’s Skylar, D,” a voice came from the other side of the car. “How many times have I warned you to do your fucking homework?”

I looked out to see a guy with sandy-blond hair, closely cropped on the sides and stylishly windswept on top, with a brown aviator jacket slung over a white tee that pulled taut over some rippling toned muscle. He was firing up a cigarette as he shut the passenger door of the Lexus and stared with amusement at Damien pinned down over the hood of his Ferrari.

I’d seen his photo plastered all over the business mags, the heir to a luxury hotel chain, Royal Luxe Hotels.

Caleb Rowland.

“Shut the fuck up,” Damien ground out at him.

Caleb merely grinned, then dragged on his smoke.

A door slammed and I looked to see another guy emerging from the driver’s seat.

This one I recognized the most.

The It-Boy in the flesh.

Sebastian Thorn.

He didn’t look like the guy from a few years back.

No, this version of him was more bad boy than conventional It-Boy, a darker version.

His hair was in a brown buzz cut, and there were tattoos all over his neck, delving beneath a white dress shirt that was open a few buttons, enabling me to track more black ink down the upper half of his torso too, disappearing to hell knew where. They were black roses with thorns all over. Interesting. And hanging down between was a silver chain with an edgy heart pendant surrounded by angel wings with a blue gem nestled near the center of the heart.

He walked with calm, measured strides, his ripped blue jeans pulling taut across his muscular thighs, his black designer leather jacket swishing with the swing of his broad shoulders.

His amber eyes just like his older brother’s flicked to mine for a moment, before fixing on the struggling douchebag in my incapacitating hold. “Stand down,” he said in a bored tone. “You’re making a scene.”

“I’m the one kissing the hood, Seb!”

“For good reason, no doubt,” Caleb said, blowing out a wisp of smoke toward him. He nudged Sebastian. “That’s Skylar Bennett.”

Sebastian started, then zeroed in on me.

Something flickered in his eyes that I didn’t understand.

“Let him go. He yields,” he spoke, coolly, his silvery voice rolling over me.

“Hmm, three against one isn’t gonna work for me. It’ll take too long and I need to get to class.”

“Too long. Interesting,” Caleb mused to himself.

“It’s not a ploy,” Sebastian said. “We’re not gonna hurt you.” He gestured out at the main building where a bunch of people had now gathered. “Like I said, a scene is being made. A couple of the faculty have even joined the viewing party. I’m sure that’s not the sort of attention you wanted on your first day. Not exactly conducive to this fresh start of yours, is it?”

I jolted.

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