Page 30 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
Leaving the tray, I shoved aggressively to my feet and twisted, turning toward the girl I now knew as the daughter of my enemy. As I stepped from the table, Micah and Nix flanked me as my determined stride ate up the space.
MollyandStorm’s eyes widened, and Storm did a strange back-and-forth thing.
The smile Molly had been wearing was wiped away, and confusion fuddled her face.
“What are you staring at, little girl? You see something you like?” I said, getting in her face. She was so small that I had to fold half my body to achieve that nose-to-nose stance I was after. Startled, Molly stepped back and glanced helplessly at Storm, who raised her hands, looking uncertain. The cheerleader's stance gave off a ‘don’t look at me’ message. So much forchicks before dicks, fickle little bitch.
No one will help you here Baby Miller, not unless I fucking allow it.
My eyes narrowed as she gathered the guts to respond. “Sorry, I thought you’d recognize me; we met this morning. In the library,” she explained almost breathlessly. Did shereallythink I didn’t remember her? How fucking insecure was that?
My gaze zoned in on the lunch tray Molly gripped in her fingers. She held it so tightly her knuckles were white.
Pushing my conscience to the side, I breathed in the anxiety which radiated from her pores. Fuck me, it was like an aphrodisiac and my dick twitched in my pants.
We were now the centre of attention, and our peers were like coyotes waiting for blood.
They wanted a show from their king.
Micah and Nix circled the girl like sharks out for blood, eyeing her up and down, a blatant sign of disrespect; like a couple of players weighing up the new piece of ass. They both touched her, only fleetingly, but it was there. Nix fanning her hair out, and Micah ran a finger up her arm. I saw her body shudder at their attention, and a twinge of annoyance ran through me. Why the fuck did I feel a sudden urge to break Micah’s finger?
“Oh, I remember you,” I stated before raising my head and speaking out loud, ensuring most people in the lunchroom heard me. “She was all over me like a fucking rash, boys. I swear to fuck,” I smirked, checking her out like she was severely lacking.
Nix moved up close to her back, which made Molly’s breath catch and forced her forward into my space. She was now surrounded, a worried expression marring those perfect features.
I caught Storm’s eye as she watched the scene, her expression guarded. I knew she wouldn’t intervene. She knew better.
“Fucking hell bro, and you said no?” Micah hissed, staring at Molly with an open leer. I knew they had my back, but the second they got me alone, there would be questions.
“Are you fucking kidding me.Lookat her. Everyone knows stuck up bitches don’t know how to suck cock.”
“I don’t understand,” Molly panted with a pained expression.
Before she could say anything else, I tucked a few strands of her blonde hair behind her ear and leaned in to whisper against the cuff. I made sure it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
“I’d rather have my dick sucked by one of my brothers than the principal’s brat.”
Decidingagainstusing the differences in our build against her, I moved past the girl, careful not to touch her, but cleverly tipping Molly’s lunch tray as I went, telling her to get out of my way.
My message to Storm and my audience was clear. The Sawyer Brothers had just outed the principal's kid. Everything I had put out there leading up to this girl’s first day at The Heights was confirmed.
Mess with the new girl at your leisure.
Molly’s tray flipped from her hand, crashing against her school shirt, leaving a stain from her juice box and what I assumed to be tomato pasta.
“Oops,” I sneered into her face before turning away. My brothers fell in beside me.
Glancing at her chest over my shoulder, I smirked at the sight; the burgundy mark was spreading. It looked like she’d been shot.
We left the cafeteria to the oohs and aahs of our peers, and the horrified look on Molly Miller’s face would stay with me for longer than I had bargained for.
The angel may have caught me with my pants down in the library, but that was when I’d thought her to be something she wasn’t.
She was the daughter of the man I despised, and I was the monster who made me.
MOLLY
What thehelljust happened? One minute I was talking cordially with Storm, and the next I’d beendroppedinto the bottomless pit of Loserville. I dashed a hand against the damp patch on my shirt and quickly retrieved my ruined lunch from the floor, ignoring the eyesdrillinginto my skull.
