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My jaw slackened in astonishment, disbelief coursing through every fiber of my being. Never in a million years did I expect those words to leave his lips, never would I have even considered that it had all just been words to him. Not with theway he treated her. He was right about one thing though. It would take a lot for her to even consider forgiving any of us.

I nodded my agreement. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I never wanted any of that to happen. If Raven hadn’t been killed, we’d have better luck at being forgiven, that much was obvious, but Aspen was also different. She was unlike any girl I’d encountered before. Just as twisted as we were; shelikedsome of the things we did to her and even despite it all, she still kissed Hunter after it was all said and done.

My pulse kicked up, my dick twitching in my pants from the mere memory of it. Even coated in Raven’s blood, she reacted to our touch. She could blame it on whatever she wanted to, but I knew the truth. She craved us just as much as we craved her.

Blood typically made me squeamish, but the only thing I could think about when I was inside of her washer. Everything else faded to black, becoming unimportant.

“You’re probably right,” I agreed, doing my best to keep my breathing even due to the pain in my lungs and ribs. “But we’ll see. There’s a part of her that yearns for all of us, I’ve seen it.”

“That was before we raped her, killed her best friend, and tried to kill her,” he reminded me. “I don’t think she’ll want any of us ever again.”

Once again, he had a point. There was no telling what was going through her mind right now. She probably wanted us all dead. That was fine though; I was a patient person.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Aspen

Work was busy over the last few days which meant the money was great. When my day off rolled around, I was more than excited to kick back at home and relax. My joints ached and my feet needed to be soaked and taken care of.

Sitting on the bed, I spread out the thousands of dollars in front of me, hope filling my chest at the mere sight of all this cash. Most of the guys I had to screw were respectful for the most part and tipped well, making it worth it. It was better when they finished early. Some of the guys were even hot, and that also made the job worth it at times, especially when they knew how to use their dicks.

My eyes roamed over the countless hundreds, twenties, tens, fives, and ones. This was going to be hell to count, but I wasn’t complaining. Grabbing the bigger bills first, I began counting and separating them into piles of a thousand. Next, I did the same with the twenties and so on until they were all organized in front of me.

A surprised laugh got lodged in my throat as I took in all the money, I’d made in only a matter of days. Twelve thousanddollars and some change. I had more than enough to move out now.

Gathering up all the bills, I put them in a few empty shoe boxes and stored them in the top of my closet, making sure to keep them hidden in the very back. I could also pay Rocky back for all the money he’d spent on me. My life was already changing drastically, and it would only get better from here.

Grabbing a change of clothes, I headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me in the process. I stripped down, the tranquility of the water calling to me. Once the water was prepared, I lowered myself into the tub and rested my head against the back wall. The hot water surrounded me, seeping into my pale skin and turning it pink. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d taken a bath. Normally showers were my go-to, but there was no denying how good and relaxing this felt right now.

A sigh fluttered past my dry lips as I lay motionless in the bath, my muscles already loosening. This was about to become a weekly luxury for me, especially with how strenuous this job was.

My mind wandered to a better life; a life where money wasn’t an issue and a life where my sister was in reach. Maybe we could get a place together and we could go to the same college or something. A snort escaped me at that.Me? In college? That would be something.

A light knock sounded at the bathroom door, making me startle. My head whipped over in that general direction, heart thumping wildly. I’d been so lost in the silence and lost in my thoughts that the sudden, obnoxious sound of the knock sliced through my reprieve.

“What?” I called out, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my tone.

“Can we talk?” Rocky’s voice bled into the room, catching me by surprise. I’d expected it to be Monroe, considering Rocky and I haven’t spoken in over a week.

Sighing, I rose, stepping out of the tub and wrapping a towel firmly around my body. Once it was secured, I drifted across the room, unlocked the door, and opened it, not caring that water was dripping all over the floor.

Rocky’s eyes widened in surprise upon seeing me in only a towel, but at this point, I was used to people seeing my body. Grabbing my clothes, I passed him, the warmth of his body radiating onto me as I entered the hallway and started toward my bedroom.

Drifting inside, I left the door open, inviting him to follow. My jaw was tight with tension, and I had no idea what to say to him. Things have been awkward between us since the club incident nearly two weeks ago.

“Close the door,” I instructed once he’d joined me.

Reluctantly, he did and stood in front of it, watching me closely as I laid my clothes out on my bed. “Are we okay?” he asked, upon realizing that I wasn’t going to speak.

“Yes.” Was my only response. I knew I wasn’t being fair to him to begin with. He never told me he liked me or wanted to be with me; I’d just been stupid, and my feelings were a little hurt. Rocky was an amazing friend, and he didn’t deserve my complications.

“Aspen,” he said, doubt filling his tone as he inched away from the door and moved toward me. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

Guilt ate away at me for the way I’d been acting, and a sigh fluttered past my lips. “There’s nothing to fix,” I admitted, dropping my towel. His eyes blew wide from shock, and he took a step back. I snorted in amusement and turned my back to him, reaching for my shirt. “I mistook your kindness and flirtyinnuendos for something else,” I continued, glancing over my shoulder, his eyes pinned on me. “I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you.”

I scoffed. “Don’t do that. I don’t believe you.”

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