Page 102 of Speak

I grin, darken my screen, shoving it into my backpack, zip up my riding jacket, put on my helmet and hop on my BMW M 1000 RR and speed out of RMUs parking lot. I can’t wait to teach Raven how to ride and get her licensed so we can have matching bikes. I’ll get her a sparkly purple one and one of those helmets with cat ears.Great. Now I’m thinking about watching Raven’s ass bounce on motorcycle.

I’m hopeless, really.

I posted a black and white picture of us last night on Instagram. It didn’t show her face. Just us, cuddling after sex. I tagged her in it. The caption?

Baby *black heart emoji*

It had over eleven thousand likes and her following count skyrocketed by the time I woke up three hours later for practice. The like that stood out was fromTheRealAxelMonroe. The comment that stood out was fromBrinaTheLawWitch-Loving this so much!

Am I exhausted after fucking my girl all over the lake house and then only sleeping three hours? Yes. Will waking up at four-thirty every morning to make it to practice by five-thirty every morning for school be exhausting? Probably. Do I care? Not even a little bit. Was she mad about Instagram post? Nope.

Instead she grabbed her phone, took a selfie of us where I’m kissing her jaw and she’s squirming, a huge smile on her face and posted it, in color with the same caption and tagged me in it. Her first post in over four years… wasus. The first person to like it?ElenaMAnderson– my mother. Her comment?Impeccable taste, darling *heart emoji*

By the time I reach Salem, I find the funeral procession in progress and cut some elite d-bag to get it line, following the hearse to bury Tyler in the Prescott’s family plot alongside Chase.

I hold my helmet as Tyler is lowered, throw the dirt on him, check my phone. Ignore all the notifications and start looking up animal shelters in the area.

“Are you wanting a pet, son?”

I almost drop my phone. “Ah, shit. Sorry, dad. I’m thinking of getting Raven a puppy.”

He eyes me up and down and smiles. “You’re quite taken with her?”

“Dad I’m… I love her. I thought I loved before but dad, this is different. It’sgood. Really good.”

His eyes sparkle and he chuckles. “Yes, she’s quite beautiful, your Raven.” My Raven. “Your mother likes her, as well…. I haven’t seen you like this in a while.”

I stay silent. I know he means since before Paris went batshit. We walk over by a willow as the other mourners throw dirt on Tyler and the vicar finishes his speech about finding everlasting paradise.

“There are… forces at play behind the scenes, son. Try not to get too attached to her.”

My eyes widen and my stomach drops. “I’m going to marry her, dad. What are you not telling me?”

A large crowd of elites come our way, bypassing us to get to their vehicles to meet up at the Prescott estate.

“We’ll talk later, son.” Before I can say anything else, he’s gone.

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“The autopsy report has concluded it was a suicide through and through.”

We’re all wearing our red cloaks and the cracked face masks, looking at Stephen Prescott as he conducts our meeting. Other than a few strands of silver in his hair, and the flecks of green in his eyes, it’s like looking at an older version of Tyler. The Prescott genes are remarkably strong.

“Anderson, Jonas.” He calls.

I step forward, keeping my head bowed. “Sir?”

“You were seen entering the hotel with my boy.”

“Sir.” I nod.

“The cameras show you enter the elevator with him on your shoulder, you entering his room, and you leaving his room not three minutes later.”

“Yes sir.”

“Why?”

I keep my voice steady. “We were at the Inferno establishment, sir. He became quite inebriated and began to talk about Syndicate matters. I had seen him drinking before, at Chase’s funeral and saw him drink a few more glasses at Inferno and when he almost collapsed while trying to walk, I decided to help him.”

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