Page 13 of Dirty Heirs

Innocent.

Sweet.

Hated for existing.

I spent my entire life defending my sister, protecting her from our shitty parents and the mean girls at school. And I would not stand here and let these rich pricks treat Ella like crap.

Meathead glared at me. “You’re making a mistake, Wellington.”

I hated that name.

It sounded so weird when people called me that. Until recently, I didn’t even know I had a grandfather. And it pissed me off to no end to find out he was one of the wealthiest men in the world. Meanwhile, Alex and I were starving to death and getting abused daily. Where the fuck was he when we needed him most?

I glowered at the dumb jock. “The only mistake I’m making is wasting my breath talking to your ugly ass.”

“Aiden,” Sonny groaned, pleading with his eyes for me to give up.

I bent down to be at eye level with Sonny, who leaned forward in his chair. “You want me, Pretty Boy?”

He nodded. “You know I do.”

I clutched his chin, our mouths so close we could kiss. “Either we sit with you, or you can forget about anything happening between us.”

His gaze drifted up to Ella and then back to my lips. “You’re so stubborn.”

I let my hand drop from his face and rose to my full height, standing beside Ella, who looked like she wanted to run. “You’re just figuring that out?”

Sonny tapped his long fingers on his knee, considering his next move. “Fine. But if she does anything to piss me off, she’s gone.”

“I’m not my father,” Ella said, her voice so small and soft. “Or my brothers.”

Sonny snickered, tossing back his blond head.

“I’m not like them.” Ella pushed her hands onto her narrow hips, which only drew more attention to her big tits that popped out of her shirt. “If anyone at this school would give me a chance, they would know that.”

Sonny scrubbed a hand across his jaw and sighed. “I’m doing this for you.” He licked his lips, staring at mine. “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he snapped his fingers at the guy next to him. “Move over two chairs.” He looked down the row and repeated the same motion. “All of you move down.”

“What the fuck, Sonny?”

“Are you crazy?”

“She’s a criminal.”

“A freak.”

It continued down the row, with one person complaining after the other, but no one questioned him. Some of them made comments about Ella. All it took was one look from me, and they shut their mouths.

Sonny slid into the chair beside his and pointed for me to sit beside Marcello.

I shook my head. “Ella sits between us.”

I liked the sound of that.

The three of us.

He rolled his eyes and hopped back into his seat, leaving the two chairs to his right open for us.

I tipped my head for Ella to sit.

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