Page 33 of Like An Animal
My eyebrows knit together. “I don’t pout.”
She rolls her eyes. “Suuuure, you don’t.”
“I don’t.”
She pats her hand on my chest. “Keep telling yourself that, emo boy, but before you leave…” she trails off as she drags down the zipper of my jeans. My cock doesn’t need any more incentive to be hard enough to cut through steel and the image of her dropping to her knees will be burned into my retinas for the rest of my days. She looks up at me with those seductive eyes and a playful smile on her face as she whips out my dick, running her tongue up the slit. “I’d like to give you something to holdyou over until you get back.” She takes me into her mouth and consider me completely fucking distracted as she sucks me all the way into the back of her throat.
Sittingat the kitchen table in Xavi’s house, I watch the tracker on Bron’s phone not leave the house. I got worried for a minute when it moved really quickly from my bedroom to the kitchen area, but it’s just been going back and forth between the living room and the kitchen like she has been grabbing snacks over and over for the past ten minutes. Then, it stops in the living room.
What the fuck is she doing?
“You good, man?” Massimo asks as he walks into the kitchen.
I lift my head, give him a short nod, and look back down at the tracker.
“So, where’s Bronwyn?” he presses, taking a seat next to me.
“At the house,” I answer quickly.
“Why? She always comes with you.”
I shrug. “She said she wanted to watch a movie, but I don’t know. Something’s going on and she’s not talking to me about it. She’s acting like if she ignores it, it’ll go away. I’ve tried getting it out of her, but nothing seems to work. She’s never lied to me before and I don’t fucking like it.”
Massimo’s eyes widen in shock.
Yeah, I know. I rarely open up at all, which is how messed up this whole thing with Bronwyn has me.
“Well, we’re leaving for New Jersey in a few weeks so you gotta get your shit sorted.”
Once Bron graduates, we’re leaving. That fucking night. We’re not waiting around for anything. As soon as she walks offthat stage with her diploma in hand, we’re going to get in the car, drive to the Bastard’s house to rat the pedophiles out, then drive out of this town and this state. Massimo and Xavi will be following right behind us and we will never fucking come back.
This part of our lives will be over and we can move on.
“I know.”
“Be sure to warn your grandfather though. If he hears the woman you’re bringing back with you is your step-sister, he might have a coronary. Can men clutch their pearls?”
Massimo is a goofy drunk and I can’t handle that shit when I need him to be serious. “He’s not going to find out that she was seen as my step-sister. The only ones that will know are us.”
Massimo arches a brow in confusion. “How so? Kathy will surely tell him.”
I roll my eyes as I lift my beer to my lips. “That will be kind of hard to do when she’s dead.”
The look that covers his face has shock written all over it. “What?”
“Kathy and David aren’t following us to New Jersey. We’re gonna hand them over on a silver platter to the Bastards before we go. That’s been mine and Bronwyn’s plan for years. It’s either that or I deal with them myself. No one will question it if we hand it off to the Bastards.”
His eyes narrow with concern. “Is there something going on at home you haven’t told us?” he asks, his voice full of worry. “You know we have your back if you need it.”
Neither Massimo or Xavi have any idea of what happens inside those walls except I’m pretty sure they have figured out that I’m fucking Bron. They don’t ask questions and I don’t give them more than necessary.
“Yeah, I know. The only thing I need your back for is getting my grandfather to back off on trying to get me to marry thatPetrov girl.” My expression mimics my disgust. There’s nothing wrong with Olga Petrov per say, but she’s not my little ghost.
“If you don’t want her, I’ll gladly take her off your hands.” He winks suggestively and I roll my eyes, but I appreciate him having my back. “So, you’re serious about her? Bron, I mean?”
I give him a curt nod. I’ve nevernotbeen serious about her. From day one, it’s been her and only her. It’s not even her or no one. It’s just fucking her. Without Bronwyn Durst, there is no me.
Suddenly, Xavi bursts into the kitchen, huffing and puffing like he just ran a marathon. “Cops,” he wheezes. “The cops are here.”
