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My eyes rolled over to the redhead trying to sneak out the front door. If she wanted a monster, I’d give her a fucking monster.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Freckles?”
Harper froze with her hand on the door. “I… um… my dad needs me to get home.”
Interesting how she wouldn’t look at me.
She turned the knob and moved to open the door.
Don’t think so.
“If you take one fucking step outside, you’ll be sorry.” I marched forward, keeping my glare locked directly on her. “What’d you tell your friend, huh?”
Harper shied away when I slammed my hand on the door above her head. “I–I didn’t say anything.”
Bullshit.
“So you’ve got bruises, do you?” I dropped my gaze down her trembling form.
There were no injuries on her neck or forearms, meaning whatever the fuck Star was talking about must be hidden under Harper’s green shirt and jeans.
“Well, come on.” I waved my hand impatiently. “Let’s see ‘em.”
I thought about stripping her – my dick sure liked that idea – but where would be the fun in that? Innocent little Harper Callaghan didn’t like showing skin and I liked watching that humiliated flush crawl across her cheeks. How deep would she blush if she knew what I did with the panties I stole from her at prom?
Harper ducked her head and hid behind her hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sure she didn’t.
I don’t know what pissed me off more– the lie that slipped through her lips, or the possibility that someone hit her. I might not like her – in fact, I fucking loathed her – but Harper was mine, and no one touched my shit.
“Leave her alone, Mason!”
I rolled my eyes over my shoulder at Riley, then tipped my head down to Harper’s fingers. She was clutching awfully tightly to the bottom of her shirt.
“Whatcha trying to hide, Freckles? You got something under that shirt you don’t want me to see?”
She pulled harder on the fabric and shook her head. “N-n-nothing.”
Bingo.
“If there’s nothing under there, then why don’t you show us?”
Her eyes went wide as she snapped her head up and shook her head. I didn’t need to see her arms shake to know she was scared. Harper’s fear was my new addiction. I could smell that shit from a mile away.
“Do it,” I bent over and growled in her ear, “or I will.”
Riley, of course, wasn’t having any of that shit. “Back off, Mason.”
“Fuck off, Riley. This doesn’t concern you.”
“You’re messing with my friend, so yes, it does.”
“Oh yeah?” I stood up and looked directly in Harper’s eyes. “Well, apparently someone was beating on your friend.”
It wasn’t just my attention on Harper now.
The corner of Riley’s mouth turned down. “Is that true, Harper?”
