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So fucking gorgeous and mine.

Mine. I want her to be mine and no one else’s.

“You know,” I start, swallowing down my building panic, the tightening feeling in my chest gripping my fucking heart like a vice, “you need to be my girlfriend now. You’re all I can think about.”

Relief fills me as she blushes and giggles. “And that means I need to be your girlfriend?”

“Yep.” I take her face and kiss her, stroking my thumbs on her freckled cheeks. “Seems boyfriend-ishto think of someone as much as I think of you.”

She pulls away, sliding her body down mine to collect the joint dropped on the grass. She lifts it to my lips, pulls my lighter from my pocket and lights it.

“Are you asking or telling me?” she says. Green eyes lock on mine while she tugs at my waistband and I inhale deeply.

I blow out smoke to the side of her, making sure it doesn’t go in her face. “Telling.” I raise my hips, allowing her to yank both my shorts and boxers down, completely freeing my hard, thick cock. “But if you prefer I ask, I won’t be accepting no as an answer.”

“How gentlemanly of you.” She takes me in her hand, stroking each inch. My breath hitches as the head of my cock lines up to her mouth. “Good thing I like being told what to do.”

She drags her tongue up the underside of my dick, and my entire body tenses, the joint nearly slipping from my fingers.

“What shall I do now?”

I wrap my free hand around her hair, keeping it out of her face, then place the smoke between my lips at the corner of my mouth. “Suck.”

“You want me to suck your cock?”

Fuck. The innocent voice and the way she’s looking at me… fuck.

I give a firm nod, my teeth clenched as my chest rises and falls heavily.

“Fine.” She smiles, and my heart stutters in my chest. “Since you’re my boyfriend.”

14

STACEY

Milo and Hopper are by my side as I walk through the grounds, hands stuffed into the front pockets of the hoodie Aria gave me. It’s Luciella’s, and when she gets home from America tonight, I’ll be sitting both of my friends down and telling them everything, and I’m terrified that our friendship might end.

I’ve told them so many lies, how can they ever trust me again?

Not even just about Kade. I lied to them about everything when it came to my life.

And I also killed three guys. I can still feel all of it – the warmth when their blood splattered on me, the way my heart beat so fast from the adrenaline, how I couldn’t stop stabbing that last one. I can still hear the sounds they made.

I cover my mouth and close my eyes, steadying my breaths. Aria said that the initial shock would stay for a while, then I’ll start to overthink, but she’ll be with me.

Like the mother I lost.

She’s been amazing. After she washed me then got me re-dressed, she sat on the chair beside the bed she’d moved me to and slept there for two nights until I stopped crying, until she was happy for me to go to Kade’s room to sleep with the dogs.

Will my friends be as compassionate about what happened? With their friend being a killer? A liar? A whore who sleeps with their best friend’s brother even though she knows he hates her?

Tylar will probably freak out about it all, but she already knows about Kade. But then… Luciella.

How do I tell my best friend – someone who was always against anyone going near her twin brother – that I’ve not only been sneaking around with him since we were eighteen, but that we were also in a relationship and months from being a family of three, all while keeping it a secret from her? That we split up because he thought I cheated just weeks after losing our daughter? That we’d steered clear for two years but broke the dam by fucking each other’s brain out yet again?

Deep breaths.

I was never scared to tell her before. Kade always said it was up to me when we told her about us. My excuse was that I wasn’t ready, but in reality, I had a brother at home who would have ruined it all.

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