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I immediately bristled. “You can’t stop me from going, Ramsey,” I argued.
“That’s debatable,” he replied. “But what I can do is throw my own party the same night and invite all of SC High.” Heat rushed down my spine, and I wondered, not for the millionth time, what was I doing with Ramsey Reed Jr. “Now, how many people do you think will attend Eden’s party versus mine?”
We both knew the answer, and I hated him for that truth.
When I didn’t comment on his threat, he continued to lay down the rules. “I will be picking you up from school Friday, and we’ll come back here, so I can fuck the shit out of you.” My body broke out in goosebumps, and I hated how he noticed. “If you’re going to go to a party without me, you’re going with your pussy pumped full of my cum.” His hand came up to dance across my collarbone. “I’m also marking the fuck out of you, so no one gets any stupid ideas since you’ll be dressed in close to nothing.”
“My costume isn’t that bad,” I insisted. “Not compared to what’s out there.”
“It’s bad enough,” he countered.
“And what about you?” I asked. “While I’m…a…a mess because of you, where’s my claim?” I didn’t feel the need to stake my claim, but I was trying to make a point here.
Ramsey lifted his chin and bared his neck. “I’m all yours, baby. Do whatever the fuck you want to my neck or any other part of my body.”
So much for making my point.
Chapter 29
Ramsey~
Iwasn’t a big fan of dressing up for Halloween, but this was D.J.’s first party, and we’d all promised to humor her. In exchanged, she had to promise not to dress like a slutty nurse, doctor, policewoman, or really a slutty anything. The compromised was a military battalion.
And since the party was for sixteen and older, only me, Maddox, Chance, Dash, Crew were here with D.J., while the others had gone to their own parties or were hanging out with the parentals. So, we were all dressed in military garb, with D.J. covered from head to toe. Mad had wanted us to dress up as wicked skeletons, but Chance had argued that he didn’t want to smear his face paint all over some lucky girl’s thighs later in the night. The guy had voiced a valid point.
Looking around, as far as first parties went, D.J. was killing it. Uncle Ace and Aunt Ava had made her stick to our normal party rules, and that was that the houses were always off limits. All our properties were big enough to host a party outdoors with room for everyone. The pools were all heated and each of our homes came with a pool house that we used for our parties.
And while I was having a good time, and I was happy D.J.’s first party was a success, I was itching to get back to Sands Cove. And I wasn’t the only one, either. After I had sent Dash that picture of Lake and Eden’s costumes, he’d been more than happy to make the hour drive back to Sands Cove to crash Eden’s Halloween party.
That all came to a crashing halt though, when Mad stormed over my way. He looked pissed, but also grim. Not saying a word, he jerked his head for me to follow him inside the house. Though the house was off limits for the party, that didn’t include family.
Once we passed the kitchen and entered into the living room, Mad started pacing and I waited patiently for whatever he was about to tell me. I knew that, whatever it was, it couldn’t be good, but Maddox was a thinker. Right now, he was working the words inside his head before he said them. He got like that when he was pissed, upset, or serious.
He finally stopped pacing and came to stand in front of me. “Do you remember how I told you I planned on keeping tabs on your boy and Erica Chambers?” I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded. “Well, I get notifications if they’re posting shit,” he told me. “I…” He trailed off as he handed me his phone. I didn’t have either Curt or Erica on my social media feeds, so I wouldn’t get notifications of what they were up to. I could view what was public on their accounts if I wanted to, but that’s about it.
I grabbed Mad’s phone, and everything in me froze as my eyes tried to make sense of what I was seeing.
Erica had posted a selfie of herself, but in the background of her picture you could easily see Curt and Lake wrapped around each other, heading into a bedroom. The caption read ‘I guess she finally got her man back. Hope she enjoys my leftovers’.
“There’s more,” Mad quietly informed me, and my fingers immediately went to scrolling Erica’s social media page, and there were a few more pictures of her with Lake and Curt in the background, talking or drinking or whatever.
I went back to the picture of them heading into the bedroom, and if someone were to ask me to explain what I was feeling in words, I wouldn’t be able to. This wasn’t anger. This wasn’t rage. This wasn’t fury. This wasn’t wrath.
No.
What I was feeling was something completely foreign.
Earlier today, I’d done just what I had told I was going to do, and that was pick her up from school, take her back to my house, and I had spent an hour fucking her with enough ruthlessness that she had begged me to stop. And I had, but not before I had marked her and pump her full of my cum. And even as enraged as I was, there was a sick satisfaction in knowing that, if he was with her, he had her used. Lake had bled on my cock her first time, and fuck Curt Metcalf.
“Ramsey?” And that’s when I knew Maddox was worried about me. He very rarely called me Ramsey. He usually called me R.J. like all the rest of our generation.
I looked at my brother, and he looked like he was ready to go to war for me. So, I put him to use like a good soldier. “Can you delete shit saved to a backup cloud?”
“Of course.”
“Delete every photo she has, and all her college application projects,” I told him, and he simply nodded. “Can you get into her college applications?”
“Do you know which schools she’s applied to?” he asked.
