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Jeez.
The house is empty again. Some people think it must be awesome always having the house to yourself, but it gets fucking lonely. Wolfe is obsessed with Nicole on an unhealthy level, and Kaden is away with Aphrodite, leaving Hunter and Colton.
I send them both a text.
JAGGER: I'm bored. Where are you?
HUNTER: family dinner.
COLTON: football. ??
I toss my phone aside and stare at the TV, wondering what to do with the rest of my evening when my phone lights up. It's a number I don't know, which I wouldn't usually answer, but fuck it, I'm bored.
"Jagger?" a male voice rasps, and I frown at his tone.
"Yes?" I demand, sitting up in my chair.
"Keep away from Molly."
Then the line goes dead.
I snort with laughter and toss my phone aside. Any man who calls another man to threaten him over the phone can get fucked. Come to my yard and see how you fare, motherfucker.
He'll do it once, whoever he is. It must be Lawson.
I have more enemies than friends, but I'm not afraid of anyone. Yeah, I sleep with a gun beside me, and yeah, I'll use it if I have to because there is no way I'm ever living in fear of anyone. You don't do the shit I do and worry about someone coming for payback, fuck no. I don't ask if girls have boyfriends because I don't care. If your girl is fucking me, you're the problem. If people don't pay their debts and I have to hurt them, that's also not my problem. Don't borrow money you can't afford to pay back.
I ease back into my seat and drag the image up of Molly on all fours, her cunt glistening with cum.
No wonder Lawson wants her for himself.
Tough shit.I'm going to spread her wide and cover her inmycum. And I'm going to take a photo and lock her up so no one else can have her.
NowthatI can jerk off to.
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MOLLY
"He stole your phone. Who is this prick, Moll? Is he your boyfriend, huh?"
I suck in a breath at Lawson's tone, then try to steady my breathing. "No, it was just a stupid prank."
Silence, then: "How did he get your phone, Moll?"
I fucking hate being called that, and Lawson knows it. He's loving that I've called him, but now he's hyper-focusing on Jagger, and it's making me on edge.
Please don't come.
"Look, Lawson, I need to go to class." I glance around and see the school grounds are pretty empty, so I'm not lying. I'm late. "But there's no invite."
"Aww, well, maybe I'll just pay you a visit anyway, baby."
Then the phone call ends, and I grit my teeth with frustration.
Fucking Jagger! He's ruined my life.
Ofallthe people he could've messaged, he chose Lawson.
