I poured out part of my soul to the very guys who sent me on the same path that fucked everything up for me. God, that was so stupid. I hate myself for slipping.
But then Neo tells me that he and Cass had no idea, and they would never have agreed.
The more time I spend with Rosie, the less I hate Cass. It’s hard to truly hate someone for something they never actually did. When Neo told me the truth, I could see it in his eyes that he really meant it. So, here I am, besties with a psychopath and playing house with my ex-boyfriend.
The other two, however, fuck them. I won't forgive them. Not unless they bow down to me and kiss my feet. Even then, I’ll never trust them again.
Do I trust Neo and Cass? No, but I don't hate them anymore, so that's a start.
Axel. Fucking Axel can go fuck himself because that’s the only action he’s gonna be seeing for the rest of his stupid life. Alpha asshole fuck face. Ugh, I hate that man!
Hearing that crack of the cue stick against his head was nice, though. And stabbing him felt amazing. I should do that more. Next time he talks to me like that, it will be his foot.
I’m a ticking time bomb by the time I get home. I stride past everyone working and head right to my apartment.
I'm too wound up. I need release, but there’s no way my pride will allow me to call Neo up and demand him to fuck me. No, I'm gonna have to dig in my dick chest, a box full of sexy toys, and do the damn job myself. Won't be as satisfying, but it will have to do.
Evie
HARLOW STORMS INTOthe club with a look of pure murder. I hate seeing her upset for any reason. She’s normally a bubbly person with a side of crazy. She never used to show it when things got to her, masking it, and becoming Queenie in that moment. But ever since they got here, she's been changing, and I don't know if it's for the better, or if it's gonna blow everything up.
I hate sharing her. It’s just been her and me for years now. From the moment she opened her stunning blue eyes on her first night in the cell, I was hooked. Her beauty, strength, and her dedication to never be fully consumed by the life we were forced to live had me wanting to bow down and follow her blindly.
She knows I’m gay, but she’s never seen me with a woman. Why? Because since she's come into my life, I’ve never wanted anyone else.
I’m in love with her, and she doesn't even know. Or maybe she's so damaged that she doesn't see it. Or it could be that she doesn't feel that way and wants to spare my feelings. Whatever it is, at the end of the day, I'm alone dreaming about what it would be like to be with the only person to own my soul.
She’s tried to hook me up with some of the girls who work here, but I don't want them. I want her.
Now the men who sent her away like she was nothing are back. Neo is a lovesick puppy, and I know he's holding out for one day to be loved by her the same way he loves her. I hate that he gets to be the one to bring her pleasure. To touch her in ways I can't.
Then there's Cass. How do I compete with her first love? I don't know much about her past with these men, because talking about them always had her shutting down, but I know that Cass was her first. Not the having sex part, but having sex with her permission.
Now he's back with a daughter who Harlow has taken on as her own. I'm not upset about that. I love Rosie too. She's an amazing little girl and deserves a person like Harlow in her life.
I’ve never seen Harlow love someone so much, other than me, but if anyone deserves what love Harlow can spare, it's that little girl.
I close my laptop and sigh with frustration. Girls keep going missing, and we have no clues at all. It's like they just vanished into thin air. No trace of evidence, no camera feeds. Just, one moment they’re there, and the next they're gone.
Harlow hates not being able to do something to fix it. We have a suspicion that a new ring had been set up, we just don't know by who, or where, but I don't plan on stopping until I find them.
“Hey, are you going to check on Harlow?” Roxy asks from behind the bar.
“Yeah. She’s been in a pretty good mood lately, but she looked like she was ready to burn the place to the ground just a moment ago. I'm sure it was one of those dumb boys saying something stupid, like always.”
“My money is on Axel. Fucker is lucky to still have his limbs attached. If it weren’t for Rosie, I know he would be a goner. Past history or not.”
Letting out a sigh, I give her a side smile. “Wish me luck,” I huff out a laugh.
“To anyone else, I’d say watch your back and be safe, but if anyone can get through to her, it's you,” Roxy smiles.
I take off in the direction of Harlow's penthouse. When I get there, I knock on the door; nothing. I try again, but this time a little harder. When I don’t get a response, I put my ear to the door, but it's pointless; this place is soundproofed.
Now I'm starting to worry. I take the spare key she gave me out of my pocket and let myself in. I look around the room, but she's not in the kitchen or the living room.
Then I hear it, a cry that I'm surprisingly used to but always try to avoid. I know Neo is not in there with her, so she must be taking care of herself.
I hear a lusty moan that echoes down her short hallway, and I can't help but clench my thighs. My mind immediately imagines that it's me between her legs, making her feel this good.