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His hard glare pins me as he pushes his finger-length, unruly brunette locks from his forehead. “Don’t fucking push me, Billie. You should fucking thank me for saving your ass.”

I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. This pompous motherfucker, am I right? He thinks he can walk in here and take me out of my date because… because why?!

“Go back to wherever it is you came from,” I snap, turning on my heels and giving him my back.

But I don’t get far when he grabs my arm again, spinning me around. “You’re not this dumb, Billie. Don’t you know all that guy wants is a piece of ass from you?”

I smirk, shrugging from his grip again. “As if that’s any of your goddamn business, Zeke. Now fuck off!”

A darkness morphs his expression as he grinds his teeth. “Billie, don’t go in—”

“Why do you even care?!” I shriek, throwing my hands up. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks!” Shoving him in his stupidly hard chest, tears fill my eyes. “I thought we were friends, Z.”

He looks down but doesn’t move. “We are friends, Billie, but you know how things can be.” Now he’s scratching the back of his neck, playing the coy hot guy again.

“Yeah, I know how things can be. Everyone hates me now, so you can’t ruin your reputation by being seen with someone like me, right?”

“That’s not it at all,” he says tightly, looking around to see who might be listening to us. “This has nothing to do with what happened last year, and everything to do with—”

Turning from me, he marches toward the exit and tries to get out of this conversation, but I don’t let him leave. “No, you can’t leave it there! What does it have to do with? Why did you stop talking to me? Why do you act like I don’t exist to you?”

He lets out a flustered groan, pinning me with a hard glare again. “Billie, this isn’t the time or place for this conversation right now.”

I guffaw. “Are you kidding me right now?! You barge in here like you own me, pulling me away from my date, and you don’t think it’s the time or place for this conversation?”

It’s written all over his face—he’s about to fucking blow, but he started this and I’m going to finish it. Pushing him in the chest, I rush up and get right in his face, forcing him to deal with me. I’ll make the biggest scene he’s ever seen right here and right now if he doesn’t talk to me, and he knows it.

Then he flips a switch, and playful, sweet-talking Zeke comes back to play. “There really isn’t anything to talk about, Billie. Why don’t you go back to your date, huh? Get fucked by a loser from the valley. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Walking around me, I stand here with my mouth open and my heart pounding as he walks out the front doors. No! He doesn’t get to come here and ruin my night. Turning, I rush out the front doors and find his matte black BMW parked at the curb. He’s about to take off, revving his expensive engine before I jump in the passenger seat.

He sighs. “What the fuck are you doing, Billie? Go back inside. Pretend like I never came here tonight.”

“Fuck you, Zeke,” I snap, slamming the door with me inside. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me the real reason you came here tonight.”

Grinding his teeth, he leans back in his red leather seat and smirks over at me. “Because if I didn’t show up and take you away from that fuck, Christian would have killed him.”

Chapter 2

CHRISTIAN VERADIN

Thisgoddamnanklebraceletis driving me fucking mad. No amount of scratching with this pencil is helping at all. It could be worse, though. I could still be locked up in juvie with all the douchebags trying to have a pissing contest with me every damn day. My knuckles are so sore and jacked up from all of their jaws. Fighting is in my blood, but I got tired of it real quick and made a deal with my dad.

After he accepted, I got this ankle bracelet put on and now I’m doomed to house arrest for the rest of my sentence. I know I fucked up, but who the hell puts their kid in juvie for six months for racing their car? Okay, I didn’t just race it—I fucking lost it. The Barrett brothers are not dudes you fuck with. Even my dad knows that and took the loss of his prized car very hard.

The sound of someone trying to video call me chirps through my room, distracting me from the intense itching of this heavy device around my ankle. But when I answer it, I groan with frustration when I see who it is.

“What the fuck do you want, Lacee?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing,” she says timidly, tugging on her long blonde extensions. “Let me come over.”

Leaning back in my chair, I scratch my chin and shake my head. “Nah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

And it probably wouldn’t be. I picked up this underclassmen right before going into juvie, and I know she’s using me to fuck her way up the social ladder of Reaper. Normally, I’d let her come over so I could fuck her stupid, but Zeke should be back any second now with Billie.

“Please,” she begs. “Let me come over. You can spit on me, choke me out until you cum deep in my ass. I’ll let you—”

When I groan, she stops her words immediately. They definitely made my dick twitch with excitement, but we don’t have time for this right now. Plus, I don’t normally fuck the same girl more than once or twice—unless I’ve been ordered to—and I’ve had Lacee three times now.

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