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With them.

Aiden ignored his question.

Besides, Sonny would never have sex with me. He was fucking with Aiden to see how he would respond. His family hated mine, a feud that started before we were born.

My dad was the boss of the Irish Mob. He ran a lot of drugs and guns over in Beacon Bay, the small coastal town on the other side of Devil’s Creek. Sonny’s uncle, Declan O’Shea, led a smaller family that competed with my father.

Years ago, my dad and Declan were best friends. But after my dad stole my mom from Declan, they started a war. Things calmed down since her brutal death last year, mainly because they now had a common enemy.

Declan wanted revenge for what happened to my mom as much as my father. He even came by the house a few months ago to offer his support. Of course, Dad refused it and barely let Declan leave our gated estate with his life.

They were back to being enemies. And that put me at the center of a dispute that had nothing to do with me.

A whimper slipped past my lips as Aiden’s long fingers glided up my inner thigh. Only a few inches. Sonny followed his lead, and when his fingers skimmed my panties, I couldn't breathe.

“Aiden,” I whispered.

Hearing his name seemed to snap him out of his head and back to reality. He removed his hand from my thigh and sat back in his chair, breathing harder through his nose.

“I’m sorry, Ella.”

Not Cinders.

I didn’t mind his nickname for me. It was the first time anyone had given me one that didn’t bring tears to my eyes.

Sonny’s hand fell away from my skin. He swiped a hand over his face and groaned.

Relief washed over me.

How would I explain this to my dad? I could already see the disappointment on his face. Hear the anger in his tone. My father wasn’t a nice man. People feared him for a reason.

When the bell rang, Aiden rose to his feet and offered his hand to me. “I’ll walk you to class.”

“Where to?” Sonny asked him, a sexy smile pulling up the corners of his mouth.

Aiden shook his head. “Not you, Pretty Boy. Find your own way to class.”

“Keep playing hard to get,” Sonny said with a click of his tongue. “I welcome the challenge.”

Chapter Eight

SONNY

Aiden Wellington consumed my thoughts. Tall and toned, with those big blue eyes and adorable dimples, he was so fucking sexy. And that blonde hair that was slightly curled at the ends. He reminded me of Ryan Phillipe circa the late 90s when he starred in movies like Cruel Intentions.

He put on a front like he wasn’t into me, but he wanted my dick.

I knew my kind.

Like calls to like.

Aiden and his sister were trapped with their parents, locked away like the children from Flowers in the Attic for the past eighteen years. And now that he was here in Devil’s Creek, he was mine. He probably didn’t know he liked boys after being sheltered for many years. Or maybe he did and wouldn’t admit it.

But I could see it.

The look.

The longing.

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