Page 97 of Prince of Pain

“It’s Saturday,” he chuckled, sitting in a chair without being invited. “What did you do?”

“Spent the week being a typical junkie,” I snorted, dragging on my cigarette before tossing him the packet. “Help yourself. I’ve already pissed everyone off today so I might as well get yelled at for encouraging underage smoking.”

He happily accepted it, sparking up and lying back like me.

“I thought you wanted to be clean?” he said, continuing the conversation, much to my annoyance.

“Sometimes we don’t get what we want.”

“Are you fucked up right now?”

“If you want to get personal with me, are you going to tell me what adult fucked you up? Apparently, you have issues with authority because of some asshole,” I said bluntly, not caring if I triggered him since he didn’t seem to care about boundaries. “Were you another one of Mom’s sexual assault kids? We get a lot of those here.”

“No,” he scoffed, amusement lining his tone. “I joined some guy’s gang for a sense of family and got in over my head. Lincoln was a prick. He tried to get me to kill my foster brother and rape his girlfriend.”

“You don’t seem the murderous, rapey type.”

“I’m not. It was awful,” he sighed, his voice going quiet. “My foster brother, Ethan, was so nice about everything. Obviously, he doesn’t like me near his girlfriend, but he made sure Cruz found me somewhere nice to live. I expected a little more fun though. Your mom’s scary, dude.”

That made me laugh as I looked over at him. “She’s not. It’s not like she’d kill you.”

“She somehow made the school apologize to me after I set Mr. Forehead’s car on fire. Only scary people hold that kind of power.”

“No, people with money hold that kind of power. Then again, she might murder them, but you’re safe until you turn eighteen and are classified as an adult,” I grinned, sitting up and turning to face him. “Have you gone to any of the academy parties yet?”

“No. Your mom’s a tyrant,” he grumbled as he sat up and mirrored my position.

“You need to come to the track or something. It’s totally fun. Maybe Jett could take you around the track for a race.”

“Why Jett?”

“He’s probably the only one that would want to do it, and who Mom wouldn’t murder for it. I’d take you, but then we’d both get shot,” I laughed, dragging on my cigarette. “Maybe you can even find some girls. There’s a lot around here. You’re not a virgin, right? No shame if you are.”

“No. I lost that after gym class my freshman year of high school,” he smirked, flicking the ash off his cigarette and chuckling to himself. “Amira Marshall. Pretty sure she got knocked up last year and dropped out of school. I’m not surprised, everyone in the damn school had fucked her.”

“I like girls who get around. They know what they’re doing,” I replied as I stretched my legs out.

“I hear lots of things about some girl you fuck. Tempest?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” It still felt weird saying that, but it was growing on me. “She knows what she’s doing for sure.”

His eyes widened, nerves flitting across his face. “Uh, dude. I hate to tell you, but she’s cheating on you. Some guy at school said his brother hooked up with her recently at a party.”

I could’ve made him sweat, but I decided not to. The kid wasn’t too bad.

“The relationship is new but we’re not exclusive. Hell, I know at least five other guys fucked her last night.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“It’s just sex,” I shrugged. “Besides, I like watching her get railed.”

“I haven’t been with more than one person at a time. Everyone said you have orgies.”

“Well, sort of. I personally don’t fuck with guys, but some of the guys at parties are into that. A lot of the time we just gangbang Tempest,” I snickered, my phone buzzing with a message. I glanced at it, finding a video from Tempest. “Speak of the devil.”

I didn’t turn the volume down as I pressed play, her moaning filling the quiet yard, and I grinned as she moved the camera down the length of her body, turning the phone for Noah to see. His eyes almost fell out of his fucking head.

“That’s your girlfriend?”

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