Page 29 of Beautiful Revenge

Last night was incredible, and beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I’m not the mushy type like Dylan, but Briar is fucking everything that is right in our world. Finally getting to be with her was perfection.

I know there are some people who will give us shit for her being sixteen, but Texas has a Romeo and Juliet law, so they can get fucked. If anyone so much as tries to say a word to my princess, I’ll gut them from head to toe in order to protect her.

She’s been through enough, and not just from what her father and those other vile pricks did to her. She’s caught a lot of outside hate for being our girlfriend since she was fourteen.

According to society, a woman shouldn’t be with two men, especially not at such a young age when the mind is so pliable. But they don’t know Briar. They don’t know and can never comprehend the strength inside of her.

Ding Dong.

Oh, fuck off.

I groan, pulling her into my chest as the doorbell sounds off again. “Fuck.”

“We knew it was coming,” Briar mumbles, wiping the sleep from her eyes, and my brother grunts.

“Just stick to the plan, and we’re fine. We’ll call Mom and Dad after they leave,” he grumbles, and I scoff.

“I’m not worried about our alibi’s, asshole. I just don’t want to get out of bed.”

Briar giggles, rolling over to face me, and sighs when the doorbell sounds again. “I need those ear buds,” she says quietly, and Dylan reaches over to his nightstand to hand them to her.

“Here. This will be fine, Brie. Trust us.” He kisses her shoulder, and she nods before placing the noise cancelling ear buds into her ears.

“You go answer the door. I’ll meet you there in a second,” Dylan says to me, and I nod, getting off the bed with a quick kiss to Briar’s forehead.

I throw my house pants on as I stumble down the hall, rubbing my eyes and yawning as I open the door, pretending as though they’d just woken me up. To be fair, they did. I’m just not as tired as they’ll believe.

I’ve been half awake all night, wondering how long it would take them to come here to find Briar. I sort of expected it to happen in the middle of the night, but I guess it’s not even seven in the morning.

“Hello?” I ask, yawning again before looking at them. “Can I help you?” I rub my eyes, and the female cop looks over my naked chest with interest.

Briar is going to lose her shit if this chick keeps looking at me like that, and I don’t want the goddamn attention. I’ve never had eyes for anyone but the princess. I can admit some women are attractive or whatever, but no one else could ever keep my attention like my princess. She’s had me wrapped around her finger from the moment she opened her mouth when we met, and I’m not going anywhere.

“Is Briar Whitmore here?” the man asks, glaring at his co-worker in disgust before looking at me with seriousness.

“Uh, yeah.” I shake my head as if I’m trying to shake the sleep, and Dylan comes up beside me.

“You’re looking for Brie?” he questions, looking confused.

“Yes, we are. Your bother just said she was here?” the woman asks, her eyes travelling over me once more before doing the same with Dylan. Thank fuck he has a shirt on.

“She is, but she’s in a lot of pain,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a dark look. “You should also probably stop looking at us like you want to eat us for dinner. It’s disgusting,” he sneers, and her eyes go wide.

The other officer actually chuckles before straightening up again. “Pain? What’s wrong?” he asks suspiciously, and I sigh.

“She’s had a migraine since early yesterday afternoon. She came here around lunch to rest because her dad was having friends over.” I shrug like it isn’t a big deal.

“She’s been sleeping since yesterday afternoon?” the woman asks, looking as though she doesn’t believe a single word we’re saying, so I snarl at her.

“Yes. She’s on prescription sleeping pills to help her sleep the pain away. I’m sure that’s something you could easily verify,” I snap, and the other man holds his hand up.

“I’m sorry. She’s training, and she will be reprimanded for her behaviour this morning, but we must speak to Miss Whitmore. Could you please go get her?” I nod, backing away to get the princess and grab a shirt.

While I make my way down the hall to the spare room, I hear Dylan letting them in and guiding them to the living room. Quickly grabbing my shirt off the floor and throwing it on, I move toward my girl.

“Hey, princess. I need you to wake up,” I whisper, climbing on to the bed, pulling the one earpiece out.

“No,” she whines quietly, keeping up the pretence that she’s been sleeping for hours. We know they can’t hear us if they stay in the living room, but we’re taking every precaution we can.

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