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“No, they’re still investigating her, her death.”

“Okay,” I breathe, glancing up and meeting Ollie’s curious stare.

I guess I got what he wanted, he’s here but now is a really bad time. Fucker.

“Pen, I-I don’t understand. Did she do drugs?”

“No, I don’t know. I gotta go.” With a wince I hang up on her, ignoring Oliver’s expectant stare. If he thinks we’re besties and I’m gonna share anything with him, he’s lost his fucking mind.

“Bad news?” he asks and for a moment, I want to just lay it all out there, but then sanity returns. I can’t trust this jerk.

Instead, I pull up a smirk, and tilt my head. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

When his brows slam over his eyes, I step back, mentally preparing for another fucking tongue lashing from him.

“Oh, little one,” he rasps, “I know exactly how to get what I want from you. Maybe you need a reminder?”

His arrogance is fucking astounding.

My fingers ache but I resist the urge to punch him in the face. Instead, I grit my teeth so hard, pain shoots up my jaw and say, “I don't need a reminder. The last time was bad enough.”

I’m not interested in his no doubt shitty response and turn away only to pause when a hard, hot body folds against mine and Oliver breathes into my neck, “I’d be happy to give you a repeat performance, since you seem to have forgotten.”

Ah, so it would seem my comments hit their mark. Too bad.

With a smile, I casually step away and turn to him, gratified when his eyes slide down to my tits high and in his face, over my legs in my tiny shorts and back.

His fiery stare meets mine, sending my own hormones into overdrive. Under any other circumstances, I would invite him into my car and fuck him senseless.

Since that’s not an option, I suck in a breath for strength and say, “Thanks, Ollie, but I don't do seconds. Feelings and all, you know?”

Swallowing a giggle when he growls, I mentally fist pump the air. That is until his brows furrow and he says quietly, “Playpen…how many fucking times do I have to tell you to stop with this shit?”

My skin burns at the use of the nickname he gave me. I’ve always hated it but especially now, after seeing it in the threatening message he sent me. That was the death knell of whatever I tried to convince myself and confirmed my suspicions about his involvement with my sister.

Maybe this is why I lose my shit and scream, “When you fess up to what you did!”

Oliver steps back, eyeing me quietly and because I can’t control the soul deep hurt burning my sternum I say, “You soulless fuck.”

“Ollie?”

We both turn and I wince when I meet Mrs. Goodlow’s ice cold gaze once more. I’m not winning any awards with this bitch. Good thingOllienever planned to bring me home to meet the parents.

Ha!

“It’s fine, Mom,” Oliver says. “Go back inside.”

“Who is she?” Mrs. Goodlow says, and I glance between them wide eyed, only to wither a little inside when he says, “No one.”

She huffs and crosses her arms, but Oliver just watches her with a cool expression until she backs into the house and closes the door.

As soon as we’re alone, he says, “Stay the fuck away from my family or you’ll regret it.”

Chapter 4

Penny

After Oliver’s brush off and threat, I lick my wounds all evening before heading back to the school the following afternoon. I need to speak to Oren, who apparently goes by the moniker Ghost now. I’ve been back through some of the messages between Dixie and Charming Charlie. What’s strange is the themes that seem to roll through their conversations.

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