Page 79 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Cold settled in my bones, making my entire body stiffen.
What the fuck did he just say?
“Oh yeah,” Ravi grunted. “Kash likes them young and innocent.”
I shot up, flinging the pillows on my face across the room. “You better not bring that fucking prick in on this.”
Ravi stopped with his hand still on his dick and looked over at me with a cocky grin. “That got your attention.”
Of course it did. Kash fucking Murphy would already be dead if it weren’t for the Society’s rule to leave the Murphy family alone. I hated that prick more than I hated my father. Knowing that he was walking around campus breathing the same air I was, pissed me off to no end.
Standing up, I walked the few feet over to his bed and lowly growled, “You sure want to bring him into this?”
Ravi’s smirk didn’t falter for a second. “What makes you think I haven’t already?”
Bending over, I brought my face inches from his. “What the fuck did you do, Ravi?”
“Careful, Issac.” His smile widened. “I might start thinking youdowant her.”
“This has nothing to do with Georgia.”
His brow arched. “Then you won’t mind if Kash has a go at her.”
Motherfucker. That son of a bitch had no right. Georgia Pyne was mine. If he fucking touched her…
I stopped and stood up. “You told him about her.”
That was the only way someone like Kash would notice a girl like Georgia...
“You’d better hurry,” Ravi sang up at me. “Or you might lose your bride to a Murphy.”
“I will never lose to a Murphy.” That would be a cold day in hell. “I don’t lose… ever.”
“You will this time. Kash is already on the hunt. So, who do you want to lose to, Issac?” Ravi’s hazel eyes locked on mine. “Him or me?”
Son of a bitch.
I snatched Ravi’s Fleshlight off the nightstand and threw across the room.
I barely remembered putting on my boots and storming out the door. And I definitely didn’t remember coming here. One second, I was considering smashing in Ravi’s face, and the nextI was standing outside Craven House, staring at the door while the night air cooled my skin.
Georgia was in there, probably asleep in her bed as if nothing were wrong. She thought she was safe, but she wasn’t. This wasn’t her house. It was mine. The Society dropped her in this tiny cabin like a lamb sent to the slaughterhouse.
Bend her.
Break her.
Bind her.
Breed her.
The words looped in my head like a chant I’d been reciting since childhood. I told myself that I only came here to make sure Kash wasn’t hanging around, but that wasn’t true. Something else brought me here.
The image of Georgia whimpering beneath me made my blood burn in places no amount of control could cool. I hated her, and I hated Ravi for making me think about her. Everywhere I went, the scent of vanilla and cherries followed. It had branded itself into my lungs like a second skin.
The front light flickered as I stepped on the porch and the wood creaked under my weight. The house knew I was here, but did she? Would Georgia sense something was wrong when I went inside?
I reached out and twisted the doorknob. Locked.
