Page 1 of Silver Tears

NOTE TO THE READER

This book is meant for those age eighteen and over. It contains swearing, sex, and scenes that some may find triggering including violence, imprisonment, threats, use of knives and other weapons, intimidation, sexual attack, and some dubious consent.

If you are sensitive to any of the above triggers, please think twice before reading this book.

If you like your books spicy, dark, and twisted, with morally grey men who will fight and kill for their girl, then dive right in!

MILLY

Ineed this job. I desperately need the money this job brings. My feet are sore. I’ve been non-stop since three o’clock this afternoon. Waitressing is hard. I don’t care what anyone else says. But it’s money in my pocket and that’s all that matters. I need to nail this trial shift tonight. My job at the café isn’t giving me enough cash to make ends meet. I straighten out my apron as I wait for a fresh tray of champagne. The local events company I work for is hosting Eliza’s engagement party. I still can’t wrap my head around it all. Seventeen and engaged. The Aces are strange folk. When I asked Damon about the engagement, he just muttered something under his breath and left the room. I suspect my brother has feelings for her, but it’s of no use. She’s one of them and one of them would never slum it with a Silver. We have money. Plenty of it, but it isn’t old money, and we aren’t from good breeding, so we’re not good enough.

I take the tray of drinks, and using my hip, I push through the door. Only a few more hours to go and I can head home and crawl into bed.

“Milly!”

Hearing my name, I glance over my shoulder and smile. “Oh, hi Eliza, great party by the way,” I say, as I turn and walk over to where she is standing with two of the Aces.

“What are you doing here?” Eliza asks me, looking confused as her eyes sweep over my waitress uniform of a white shirt, black skirt, and white apron.

Before I can reply, a tall blond guy stands in front of me, blocking Eliza from my view. He has the clearest blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen. “I’m Seb,” he says with a sexy grin, taking my hand in his and lifting it to his lips. His eyes dance with mischief and intrigue as he kisses my hand. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

I know who he is, of course. There isn’t a girl in this Bay who doesn’t know who the Aces are. They are all incredibly good looking and have an unmistakable aura of danger about them. This one is full of himself. He oozes self-confidence.

“Whether I have a boyfriend or not is none of your business, rich boy,” I snipe, glowering at him. No doubt he thinks he’ll impress me. He won’t.

“Seb. This is Damon’s sister,” Eliza informs him. She eyes Seb with a worried expression on her face.

His brow quirks at this new information. “You’re a Silver, huh?” He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. “That’s a shame.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I hiss, my eyes narrowing at him. No doubt I’m not good enough for the likes of one of those precious Aces.

He holds up his hands and takes a step back, giving me a lazy smirk. “Nothing, gorgeous. You run along now and go do your job.”

I arch a brow as I continue to glare at him. My hands still holding the tray of drinks; my palms itching with the need to pour them over his head. Arrogant arsehole! Eliza gently shoves Seb out of the way.

“Ignore him. We all do,” she informs me. She grabs him by his jacket lapels. “Come on, you, before you cause any more trouble.” I watch as she slowly drags him away. He looks over his shoulder and winks at me. I hold up my middle finger, frowning at him. His response is to chuckle out loud. As they disappear around the corner, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’d better get this tray of drinks into the main room before Christina clocks me dallying out here instead of doing my job. I straighten my shoulders and hurry to the ballroom. The place is full of people from all the elite families of the Bay, all dressed in their finest dresses and tuxes.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

I frown. He’s back already.

“Go away,” I order him under my breath. I paste on my best smile as a passer-by takes a glass of champagne from my tray.

“I don’t think I will. I figure I’ll follow you and watch you work,” he informs me, as I move through the room. He’s teasing me. I get the feeling that everything is a game to this guy.

“Go find some stuck up princess to bother,” I suggest. A guest hands me an empty glass and I place it on the tray balanced in my other hand.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’d much rather stalk you.” I shudder as his breath tickles my ear.

“Look, I’m here to work. I’m not here for your entertainment because you’re bored. Go bother some other poor girl and let me get on with what I am being paid to do,” I tell him, prodding him in the chest with my finger. I turn back around intending to get away from him, but I’m not paying attention and I crash straight into a woman. I watch in horror as my tray bangs into her chest and the drinks topple, their contents spilling all down her beautiful pale blue dress. A dress that likely cost ten times what I will earn tonight. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” I stutter. I reach for the hand cloth tucked in the back of my skirt and attempt to dab at her soaked dress.

“Get off me, you incompetent fool!” The woman hisses. She’s pissed. And I don’t blame her. I’ve ruined her beautiful dress.

“Is everything okay?”

My stomach drops at the sound of my supervisor’s voice. Great!

“This girl spilled a full tray of drinks all down my dress,” the woman informs her. She lifts her wet dress from her chest and continues to glare at me.

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