Page 61 of Little Devil

A part of me feels like a piece of shit for stealing her because she’s too good for me and I know it, but the other part of me doesn’t give a fuck.

I accidentally stumbled upon the girl I want for life at eighteen years old and I’m fucking keeping her.

Indefinitely.

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Bear whines at the patio door and I let out a sigh, leaving Jordyn curled up on my bed while I force myself up to pull my sweats back on. “Your daddy owes me big for leaving your needy ass with me,” I mutter, walking over to unlock the door for him.

My girl chuckles behind me and I wink at her, following him outside to check what he’s so worked up about. He walks over to the heated pool and I search the darkness, pulling my brows in when I find Travis sitting on the edge with his knees pulled up to his chest, a beer in his hands with his head hung low. Bear lies down on the concrete next to him and he looks up, rolling his eyes when he sees me standing beside him.

“You alright?”

He laughs lightly at that, but I don’t think he finds me funny. “What are you doing, Xan?”

“What?”

“You know what,” he slurs, flicking his wrist at the pool house behind me. “I didn’t need Kian to tell me about you and her. You two have been sneakin’ around out here for weeks, probably longer.”

“Is that a problem for you?” I ask, dropping down on his other side when he decides to remain silent. “Why are you so against me and her?”

“Because she’s supposed to be Noah’s,” he says bluntly, lifting his beer to his mouth to swallow it down. “He thinks she’s sitting at home by herself every night to fix her broken pride, taking a minute to cool off before she eventually takes him back.”

I highly doubt it considering what he heard on the phone earlier tonight, but I don’t tell him that.

“If he finds out she’s been fuckin’ around with you this whole time, he’s gonna retaliate.”

“I don’t give a shit what he does.”

“I know you don’t but I do,” he stresses. “I actually care about that girl in your bed, you idiot.”

“Fucking please, man, you don’t even know her.”

He frowns at that, pulling his head back to bounce his eyes between mine. “What the fuck does that mean?”

My jaw ticks but I keep my mouth shut, partly because I don’t feel like arguing with him but mostly because it’s not my place to tell her secrets.

He doesn’t know that creepy horror movies make her hot or that she likes the marshmallows beneath the cream or that she’s insecure about her body thanks to the endless amount of times people have tried to tear her down to their level. He doesn’t know about the pictures or Washington or that this bullshit life she’s been forced into is killing her slowly, day by fucking day.

He doesn’t know her like I do.

No one does.

He raises a cocky ass brow and I chuckle, pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket to light one up. “I like her, Trav,” I admit. “I really fucking like her.”

“Maybe that’s true but what happens when you get bored in a week or a month or a year from now?” he asks, lowering his voice to ensure she won’t hear what comes next. “You’re gonna break her heart, man.”

“No, I’m not,” I say simply, looking over my shoulder to watch her through the window. “I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Since when?”

I shrug and blow my smoke out, grinning to myself while I give him the only answer there is. “Since her.”

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Jordyn

He takes this game way too seriously.

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