Page 59 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
“Why don’t you just fuck her and then send her back to her daddy crying?”
Phoenix’s words were not welcome. They were too crude to be associated anywhere near my Molly. Wait?MyMolly?
“You could give her the best three minutes of her life,” Nix added with a shit eating grin, the cheeky fucker.
Flipping him off, I volleyed, “Eat shit. At least I’d last three minutes.”
My dipshit of a brother was still banging on. “Or you could rip the band-aid off and admit you like her. Take out your vendetta on the source of all your pain, aka the principal himself and… leave the poor girl alone? She’s done fuck all to you,” Nix sniffed.
Yeah, not gonna happen.
“Molly Miller could be good for you.”
My expression must have said it all as Nix raised his hands with a wide-eyed mock surrender motion. “That’s just my opinion.”
“Yeah, well opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one, and they usually stink.”
Dropping his hands by his side, my brother quirked me a look, those dark eyes drilling into mine. “What are you so afraid of, bro? You can’t say you aren’t attracted to her.”
“Will you get off my dick already? Wanting tobangsomeone and make someone your girl are two different things. Who the fuck says I evenlikeher as a person?” I growled, banging my helmet against Nix’s in anger.
“You do. I’ve seen the way you look at her. It’s more than just the usual eye-fuck shit. Yes, Molly Miller has tits and ass that could wake a dead man but there’s more to her than that. She has substance.”
Substance? I sucked in a breath; I couldn’t be dealing with Nix’s piss poor version of fucking Cupid. He was being a provocative jerk on purpose to get a rise out of me, and it was working. Jealousy surged through my veins as he spoke about Molly’s tits, as did the need to smack him in the face.
Out of all my brothers, Nix was always the fastest to read to me. He must have seen from my expression how pissed off I felt at his observations.
The big guy stepped back and held up his hands in mock surrender. “And your face just highlights my point. Look, taper the anger. If you want to live in denial, that’s on you, man.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, thanks for sharing, Buddha.”
Taper the anger.I knew if he made any more cunt-like comments, I’d punch him in his rock-hard stomach, even though it would probably shatter every bone in my hand. So, I decided to put some distance between us.
I heard his childishly singing, “Molly and Hudson sitting in a tree.”
‘Observant fucker, aren’t you?” I muttered under my breath as I jogged ahead, Nix’s chuckles yanked on my last fricking nerve.
“Like a kid in a candy store,” I heard him shout.
As we joined the others and prepared to start practice, my eyes landed on ‘the source’ as Phoenix had called him, Principal Miller. He was talking to Coach. Oh, to be a fly on the wall. I wondered what they were saying. It had to be something about me as they kept glancing my way. I felt like flipping them both off, but managed to restrain myself.
Had Molly said something about what had happened in the pool? Maybe she’d told her father that I had rescued her from a fate worse than death. As I rolled my shoulders and glared across the field, from the stern look on his face, I would say not.
Fuck. Why was he there, talking to Coach instead of running the fucking school from his big dick office? The guy wasn’t hugged enough as a child, that was clear, and of course, I could relate.
I hated that Miller’s lectures always made me feel I was one step closer to becoming a failure.Justlike my old man had always told me I would be. That’s why on the surface, I pretended that I was anything but. Even my brothers didn’t see the whole me.
My mom’s battered body resurfaced before my eyes, but I forced that agony back down into that void inside me where it belonged.
Fuck Principal Dick. What? He was called Richard, and so my name for him totally worked.
Bottom line, the prick had it in for me, and if he could get me dropped from the team, he would. I needed to show him that I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
And the way to do that. Fucking with his daughter. That seed of anticipation when I’d first decided to hate his kid hadn’t developed much further than being a dick to her.
I knew I needed to do more than that but how when she was fucking AWOL? She had also ignored my text messages.
I needed to spend time in her company to work my magic. Molly was a junior, and I was a senior, which didn’t help. That meant we had no classes together, and it was a big school. There was no guarantee that we’d run into each other during recess. Well, not unless I orchestrated that.
