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Honestly, he looked like a goddamn psychopath.

My neck started throbbing, and the pain snapped me out of my trance. “What the fuck, Ramsey?” I reached up, then winced as my fingers brushed across his bite marks. It felt as if a rabid dog had mauled me.

Ramsey cocked his head to get a good look at his handy work, and then the motherfucker smirked. “What?”

I could feel my eyes widen. I slapped both my palms against his chest, then pushed him away from me. “You fucking bit me!”

He scowled down at me. “Yeah, I did,” he snapped. “And you better get used to it because you’re going to have those marks all over your fucking body by the time that I’m done with you.” Then his tongue snaked out to lick his lower lip, cleaning it of the remaining blood.

I felt like I was in a fucking zombie apocalypse movie where the undead were going around just feasting on body parts of the living. Who in their right mind bit another human being and got a stiff dick from the taste of their blood??

“How in the hell am I supposed to go back in there with this shit on my neck?!” I yelled. Jesus, I felt like I was losing my mind. I couldn’t believe that I had let him do this to me. I also couldn’t believe that I wanted him to fucking do it again.

Ramsey didn’t answer me. Instead, he grabbed my hand, then dragged me back into the building. He was taking me back into the café, even knowing that I looked like I’d just been attacked, and he didn’t care. Granted, I would probably be fired for leaving my tables without telling anyone, but it was still going to be embarrassing to go back in there.

He opened the door, then hauled me through the café behind him. I immediately saw my shift manager standing next to the table where Ramsey had been sitting. Theirs was the only occupied table left in the café, and I knew that I was screwed. All my other tables must have left because I’d walked out on them.

“Emerson-”

“She was with me,” Ramsey said with no remorse, standing in front of Jarod, and being a couple of inches taller, stared down at him. “She was with me. You got a problem with that, Richards?”

“N…no, Ramsey,” Jarod stuttered. He glanced around Ramsey to address me, and his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when they landed on my bloody neck. “It’s…it’s almost closing, Emerson. You can go ahead and clock out,” he rushed out.

Fucking coward.

However, I took mercy on him because I knew that he was just another pawn on the chessboard. “Thank you, Jarod.”

“Yeah…okay,” he muttered, then practically ran out of the dining area.

Before I could say anything more, Liam’s voice boomed throughout the café. “Holy shit, Ramsey. What the fuck did you do to her?”

“Jesus Christ,” uttered the fourth boy.

“Dude. Ram,” Deke whispered.

Ramsey turned around, then yanked on my hand until my body was pressed up against his again. He was looking into my eyes when he answered Liam. “Nothing close to what I plan on doing to her.”

Chapter 9

Ramsey~

It’d been the week from Hell.

One week.

School had only been in session forone goddamn week,but it was feeling like an eternity. Luckily, I wasn’t a complete imbecile. I knew that I had to pay attention to my curriculum and actually learn a thing or two, but my mind was completely consumed with all things Emerson.

After I had drugged her back into the café Monday evening, she had clocked out, cashed in her tips, then had walked out without another word as she’d left me still sitting at the table with Deke, Liam, and Grant. I had ended up staying behind to speak with Jarod about her working there, and once I’d made myself clear…well, Emerson could now basically do whatever she wanted at the café without the fear of being fired. However, I still didn’t like the idea of her working.

When she’d shown up to school on Tuesday morning with a dark blue scarf around her neck, I had pushed her up against the lockers, then had almost choked her with it. We had battled it out until I realized that the girl would let me strangle her first before she ever gave in. I had ended up letting go of the grip that I’d had on her scarf, but I had whipped it off her and had made her walk around school with those awful marks on her neck for everyone to see.

I had ended up spending all day Tuesday hard as fuck.

Then Wednesday.

Then Thursday.

Today was looking like shit, too.

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