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“She would be if you stopped using her house like a whore house. Keep it down, and fuck in your bedroom,” I warned,walking back towards the hallway. “And don’t drink my fucking beer!”

The girl scoffed but I didn’t hear what she said as I headed back to bed, finding Raven asleep. I locked the door to keep the other assholes out before carefully climbing over her to get back in bed, drawing her against me again.

She mumbled something in her sleep as she draped a leg over my hip, and I had to bite my tongue to force myself not to get hard over her rubbing on me. It was getting more difficult to control myself around her, and nights like this were the hardest.

Having her curled up against me was the best kind of torture.

I sighed when moans started from somewhere in the house, hoping it didn’t wake Raven.

If she ran off to fuck some random douchebag, I was blaming the guys. I fucked around, but I’d seen what bringing girls back to the house had been doing to Raven’s mindset, so I’d barely been participating lately.

She thought this shit was normal, and that she was weird for not doing it too.

She’d never cared about it until recently, but I saw her taking it all in.

I blew out a breath as she wriggled, my dick definitely standing to attention against her pussy now, and I just had to pray she didn’t wake up and feel it. She’d understand, she knew dicks had a mind of their own, but it would still be awkward as fuck.

It took ages to fall asleep, my dick happily nestled between her legs and her face pressed against my bare chest.

There had better be a place in heaven for me when I died because this was proof that I was a goddamn saint.

CHAPTER TWO

RAVEN

Iwoke with a jerk as someone screamed, my sleepy brain finally registering that it was a sex scream and not one from a person being murdered.

“He’s such a prick,” Zavier grunted, smacking his hand on the wall. “Shut the fuck up!”

The bitch giggled and seemed to moan louder, pissing me off even more.

This was my fucking house, and I couldn’t even sleep in it without someone waking me up.

I was used to it, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

“You want to go out for breakfast since we’re awake?” Zavier offered, rolling away from me to stretch, my body instantly cold without his.

“We can’t afford to,” I reminded him, giving him a dirty look when he stayed quiet. “Where the fuck did you get money from?” Random money made me nervous because the only time the guys had that was when they’d taken dodgy jobs. Usually from Ander fucking Lavaro, Zavier’s best friend. “Is Lavaro back in town?”

“I kept some aside for a rainy day. C’mon, you want some waffles?” he grinned, climbing over me to sit on the edge of thebed, avoiding any conversation about Ander. He was still hurt about the fact Ander had left and cut contact, and as much as I felt bad, part of me hoped the prick stayed gone. “We’ll take Logan’s car since he woke us up.”

I wasn’t convinced about the money explanation. The only time any of the guys lied to me was when Ander was involved.

I physically couldn't hate anyone more than I hated that man. He’d had his fingers in every illegal cookie jar in town, and I didn’t like it when the guys spent time with him.

Zavier had always been out late with him doing fuck knows what, usually mingling with corrupt rich pricks or moving drugs. It had been ten months since Reid had been in a wheelchair due to almost dying in one of Ander’s illegal street races before they’d shut down.

Reid was seriously lucky to be walking, let alone breathing.

He’d literally died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, thanks to internal bleeding, a collapsed lung, a broken leg and ankle, with his other ankle being badly sprained, a fractured arm, and a head injury.

I’d never forget the pure fear I’d felt when Logan had sped into the driveway in Ander’s Supra, freaking out that Reid was going to die.

Ander had gone in the ambulance with Reid, and nothing had prepared me for when I’d run into that waiting room to see Ander covered in Reid’s blood.

It had been a peaceful three months since that bastard had left town, and I hoped he never came back.

While Reid had been recovering from his injuries, Logan and I had been hanging out at the Pit, which was the local hangout spot for fighting and drinking.

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