Page 34 of Roses and Skulls

His leg pushes between mine and I glare at him. “Fuck you,” I hiss. “I’m nineteen. I can go where I want.”

“Can you though? It seems no one from the club knows you work there. Seems you are keeping a lot of secrets, Billie Rose.” He dips his head, brushing his nose over the line of my jaw.

“Stop.”

He pulls back, locking eyes with me. “You didn’t tell me to stop last night,” he says with a smirk.

I try to pull my hands away from the door, but his grip only tightens. Tears begin to blur my vision. I turn my head away from him. “I hate you.”

“Hmm,” he hums, not the least bit fazed by my admission. He releases my hands and steps away but not before plucking my phone out of my back pocket.

I try to grab it from him, but he shoves it down the front of his pants.

“Are you kidding me? You’re acting like a twelve-year-old bully.” I stomp my foot.

A loud knock makes me jump again. Jesus, can’t people use the other fucking bathroom?

My eyes widen as I urgently hold my hand out for my phone.

“Billie Rose, I know you’re in there, open up,” Dan growls from the other side of the door.

Oh no! God, can this day get any worse?

“Give me my phone,” I whisper yell.

Elijah points to his crotch. “You’re free to get it yourself.” His mischievous brown eyes taunt me.

“You have until the count of five and then I’m kicking this door down,” Dan warns.

I almost cry out in frustration as I stare at the ceiling and delve into the front of the asshole’s pants.

When I pluck it out, I quickly type,I’m busy. It’s my time of the month.That should get him to go away.

“Wrong answer, little girl.”

Sighing, I open the door and just as predicted, I catch Dan with his foot raised, about to smash the door to smithereens.

His gaze roams over me and then they focus on the man standing behind me. No doubt with a smirk on his face.

Dan’s eyes narrow and he cracks the knuckles of one hand in the palm of the other.

Are you kidding me?

“Sorry, big guy, Billie Rose here clogged up the toilet and was too embarrassed to ask anyone for help. So, I rushed in for the rescue.”

I’m going to kill him.

Uncle Dan doesn’t buy it, I can tell by the way he grabs my arm and drags me out of there.

“You can thank me later, Billie Rose,” Elijah calls down the hall as Dan continues to haul me out to the kitchen. He shoves my butt into a chair and then pulls one up to sit directly in front of me.

I raise my eyebrows, ready for the ass chewing to commence.

“I heard voices,” is all that he says.

I hold up my phone, shaking it and then the thought of where it’s been makes me drop it in disgust on the table.

Dan runs his fingers through his beard, taking me in. His eyes pause on my jeans and his brows pull together in concern. “Did you hurt yourself?”

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