Page 97 of Distorted Obsession

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It’s beentwo weeks since the incident outside of Eva’s dorm, and not enough heads have rolled for the unsanctioned attack.

Irritation nips my skin as that day’s events come to mind. Not only did they post shit outside of the dorm, they had the fucking audacity to post my sis—I can’t even finish the thought without wanting to tear someone apart.

We had to have Teagan and Lev join us in scrubbing every inch of evidence of that bullshit from everywhere. If my parents had ever caught wind of that, they’d have been destroyed. It’s bad enough that Colt and I had to.

Candace, Thad, Brad, and Chad all got their asses handed to them. They won’t do anything that reckless again. The only one unaccounted for is the bitch Tricia. She was the leader of the pigeon brigade. The stupid cunt has been missing for weeks with no way to track her bummy ass down.

“Head out of your ass, Jacobi, or I’ll make you run until you can focus,” the offensive line assistant coach shouts, and I know he’s talking to me because my brother is currently in Rhode Island following up a lead on Tricia.

My lips part, ready to argue, when I’m tapped on the shoulder. “Don’t do it, Coop.”

Arching a brow, I glance over at Ravi. “Don’t do what?” I’m aiming for an innocent look, but I’m sure I look as innocent as that kid from theProblem Childmovies.

“You know what, asshole,” Ravi chuckles before turning to run down the field.

He’s right. We’re only weeks away from the big Groveton versus Lincoln-Wood game, and spacing out during drills is not a wise choice.

“Jacobi, you either get in the game or get off my field. I don’t have time to babysit your grown ass,” Coach shouts.

“My bad, Coach,” I reply, shaking off another urge to say something that’ll cause us to either run suicides or do burpee jumps. Then, I take off up the field to join the rest of my team.

The rest of our practice is uneventful, and I’m happy when it ends. My head isn’t here—it’s with a girl who gutted the heart of my family.

I grit my teeth at the emotion that stirs in my gut at the thought of her. There should be no warmth brewing beneath my skin, only animosity. The only acceptable feeling should’ve been glee when those photos were plastered everywhere. Instead, I wavered. Glee did eventually win out, but not before remorse reared its uninvited self.

Contempt for the rest of the Pierce family comes easily, especially for Callum. But for the youngest Pierce, I’ve second-guessed every decision since her delectable ass arrived on campus.

The image of her on her knees as she arches her back on my bed, moaning while I eat her from front to back, makes my cock stir, and I’m reminded that I haven’t played with our little flower since the night she signed the contract.

“You coming out tonight, Coop?”

I wrap my towel around my waist and slide on my shower sandals before I peer in the direction of the question, locking eyes with Basilio.

A smile dons my face.Oh, I’ll be going out tonight, but not with any of these fuckers.

“Nope. I have a rose to pluck.”

“You’ve been staring at this screen for like two hours. Don’t you think it’s time for you to do something else?”

“Uh-uh,” I respond without looking at my brother as he enters the room.

Now that he’s back from Rhode Island, I should be concerned with what he found out about Tricia, but I’m more interested in the girl I love to hate and can’t seem to get enough of.

Ignoring him, I watch as Eva kicks her leg from under her comforter, her toned thigh wrapping around it until her foot is securely tucked beneath it.

Fucking sinful.

“How the fuck does she make sleeping look sexy?” Colter asks, finally drawing my attention away from the broken beauty on the screen before us.

Shrugging, I reply, “I wish I knew because her being this tempting makes ruining her feel like a crime.”

“But ruin her we will, Coop. It doesn’t matter if she burrows deep into the veins of our beating hearts. We’ll rip each other’s hearts out to ensure she meets the end she awarded Rah.”

I only grunt my acknowledgment because, in the end, Evie Rose’s petals will be plucked one at a time until there’s not even the stem left—that is her fate.

“Until then,” I smirk, turning back to the screen in time to see the top of her blanket roll down, exposing her barely covered breasts. My dick hardens at the sight, and my smirk morphs into a full-on grin before I continue. “Until then, we get to have our fun.”

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