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Her eyes flash, but I can't determine if it’s anger, lust, or maybe both. Her finger slides down my chest until it rests on my rock-hard cock. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "I wanted to know what a cock would feel like for the first time." Her finger swirls and then grips me hard, causing me to grind my teeth when she pulls on it. Then, holding on to the roof of the car, she leans in and says menacingly, "Since then, I've been trying to forget how much I hated it and the nightmares that came with it."

She was a virgin. And I took her like an animal. Fuck. She was tight, and she felt good, but it was all ruined by the text message and now Dorian. That motherfucker. But what if this was the plan. Dorian couldn't get me to invest, and now he has Veronica, but whose side is she on?

She releases me, and I push her shoulder, guiding her inside the car and shutting the door. I slide in, fire up the car, and lock the doors. I grip her firmly by the neck.

"What are––"

"Look at me," I demand. Her eyes are full of terror when they land on mine. Her body is trembling. "I guess I will have to change that, won't I? You don't know what's coming, Veronica."

"What's coming?"

My face is void of emotion, and I smile faintly. "Everything."

CHAPTER 12

Veronica

Taking the garbage out the back of the restaurant fifteen minutes before my shift ends, I can't help looking back. I keep having the feeling I'm being watched. The tiny hairs behind my neck stand, but I shake it off. That is what I get for watching horror flicks with Melody all the time. I'm paranoid.

Alaric dropping me off and telling me everything is coming doesn't help. It's no secret Alaric is dangerous, if not the most dangerous out of all the sons of Kenyan.

My head turns, and I focus on a dark corner. I could have sworn someone was standing there. I close my eyes and then open them so that they can focus on the dim light from the streetlights and the moon, but nothing. There is no one there, just my mind playing tricks on me.

I walk inside, sliding my sweaty hands over my apron, looking for my bag so I can head home. I have a class in the morning.

"Do you need a ride," Adam asks, looking up from wiping the tables.

"No, I'll be fine." I smile. "She said yes?"

He nods with a grin. "Yes, matchmaker––"

I play dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about."

But I do know. He asked Lizzy to prom, and she accepted. He can go with a great girl, and Adam deserves that.

"She does that, you know," Dorothy says, folding the utensils with a napkin and placing them in the bin. "She loves to make sure others are happy together."

Adam sniggers. "I see that, but who makes sure she's happy?"

"I am happy," I lie.

"Liar."

I stick my tongue out at him. "I gotta go. Bye, Dorothy." I wave and push the door open, letting out a breath and making my way to the bus stop.

There is a full moon in the dark sky, and I look down at the broken cracks on the sidewalk—the orange glow of the streetlights. Only two cars are parked on the curb, reminding me of a deserted town. I check the street to see the bus lights, but it's dark. I check my phone, and I still have five minutes until it's due to arrive.

My phone vibrates, and I check the message.

Dorian: How's my wife?

Veronica: I haven't seen her.

Dorian: I do.

My head whips around, and a wave of dread slides over me. He's watching me. I didn't imagine it.

Veronica: Fuck off, asshole.

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