Page 49 of Pucking Obsessed

“Not dangerous then.” My expression tightens. “We could still go with my plan.”

“No burning.” Robyn leaps off the counter, grimacing as her feet meet the cold floor. “My fear is that someone may have set these trolls on D’Angelo. The timing is suspicious.”

My eyes widen. “Someone like Colton.”

“Or Kates, Lee, Stansfield, or Bronwyn… Hell, any one of the men or women on the board who want to take him down. It could even be the club’s owner. Heine fits the profile of a troll himself.”

Shay told me about Heine.

I will stand up against him, if he becomes a threat to my family.

I don’t care that Heine is a playboy with mansions that probably have games rooms that are bigger than the entire house I grew up in. I don’t care that I’m poor and he’s a billionaire. And I fucking don’t care that he’s powerful enough to destroy me as casually as a complaint from him could have the entire staff of a restaurant fired.

That happened to me once in my kitchen job.

I worked three jobs to make sure that I could stay in college with Shay.

One term, I only ate every other day because some rich, popular college student from my course casually complained about their meal.

We all lost our jobs that night.

I saw the rich student in the lecture hall the next morning, laughing with his group of friends. He didn’t look like he even remembered being unhappy with his food the night before.

I bet he didn’t remember complaining and wrecking the lives of a dozen people.

I had to see him every morning waltzing into my English lectures, while my stomach clawed with hunger.

“We’ll protect Jude,” I swear. “Shay as well.”

No arrogant bastard is going to hurt them.

Robyn’s expression gentles. “We’ll protect each other.”

She pushes herself onto tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. She tastes deliciously of sweet strawberries. I bury my hand in her hair and pull her closer.

My tongue thrusts deeper, dominating the kiss.

She moans.

Then she pulls back, sucking on my lower lip.

“Phoenix,” she murmurs.

Robyn’s pupils are dilated, as she stares up at me with a look of adoration that startles me.

She only looks at D’Angelo like that normally.

It makes something spark in me.

I growl, biting on her lip and tightening my hold on her hair. “Don’t move.”

I drag her head to the side, before kissing down her neck.

She whines.

I kiss, lingering and slow.

I watch closely the way that her skin goosebumps. Every time that she shivers, I kiss over the same spot, wanting to get the same reaction.

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