Page 6 of Born Sinner
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Choke on those grins, you stupid bitches.She’s a fucking Carrera. Don’t they know she’s smarter than that?
She shouldn’t even be at my party. Her brother would never allow it, not if he knew my real last name was Sanders instead of Colton. I took my mother’s maiden name the day I enrolled at Rutgers. Lola and I are both here under false pretenses to protect us from the war that’s raging up and down the East Coast.
There’s an invisible line drawn down this campus. It’s the same one that divides New Jersey and New York, her family from mine, truth and lies…Me from her.We stay the fuck away from each other, or people die.
Santi Carrera is happy to enforce the rules for his baby sister, but he’s not around right now and I get the feeling she had a little something to do with that. She’s fighting for her freedom, just as much as I am, and that makes her fucking irresistible.
I move toward the stairs, fire and ice surging through my veins.
Protect her.
Reject her.
This contradiction is giving me a headache.
“Nice party, Colton.”
Troy’s crew try to block my access. All it takes is a single look from me and they’re like sliding doors at the mall.
Pussies.
“It’d be even better without the dickhead parade showing up.”
“Aw, you serious?” They clutch at their chests, all offended, like I just gang-banged their moms.
Fucking idiots.
“Get the hell out of my apartment,” I say coldly.
“Or what?” says one cocky asshole.
“Or you won’t be playing football for the rest of the season.” I meet each of their shocked expressions in turn. “It’s hard to find your own dick, let alone run ten steps, with two fractured ankles.”
They wince.
“You’re a sick man, Colton.”
Tell me something I don’t know.
I take the stairs three at a time and head straight for my bedroom. I know the mind games that provocative pricks like Troy Davis like to play. There’s no love lost between us, and he’ll come twice as hard knowing it’s my bed he’s defiling as well.
If he’s touched her already…
Behind the door, it’s a scene from every college chick’s worst nightmare. Lola is passed out on the bed, her black minidress and heels already discarded on the floor. Troy’s standing over her with his jeans around his ankles.
He looks up and smirks. “Come to join the party, Colton?”
“Consent’s a tough word to purchase from the unconscious, frat boy.” I glance at Lola’s breasts in that black lingerie and feel my own traitorous dick stir. “You sure she’s selling?”
“What’s it to you? Pissed I’m buying first?”
“Wrong answer, asshole. Your libido lost its way, and the rest of you is about to pay.” Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out the silver pocket knife the senator bought me for my eighth birthday. I learned to demand respect long before I learned to drive. I learned it on an island a long way away from a man who I have every intention of working for one day, no matter what my stepfather has to say about it.You can’t keep the bad away from the bad. We’re like magnets around one another.
Troy glances down at my hand, and the blood drains from his face. He yanks up his jeans and backs away from me like I’m the goddamn antichrist.
“What thehell, Colton? If you want the bitch so bad, you can have her.”
