Donovan and I have never been close, but that doesn’t mean we don’t care about each other. I’m probably the worst person to have as an older sister, so I appreciate his encouragement even after I just ruined his almost fuckfest.
I’ve created an impressive tolerance to alcohol since Liam Brenner came into my life. My body is warm from the liquor, and I barely feel the chill in the air as I get into my car, but my head is clear—well, clear is a stretch.
Donovan was right. I need to take back what Liam stripped from me. He can be my dad’s problem from here on out, I have a throne to take, and I won’t allow a man to fuck with my head and get in the way.
I just need to make sure I get my point across because I won’t let the fucker think I’m sitting at home, wasting any more time groveling over him.
It’s a little after midnight now and the traffic is light. I disappeared from the ball hours ago by now and I’m sure my mother will be pissed over it. Too bad she will only get to bask in fury inside of her cell instead of trying to piss me off. I should probably visit her when I get back and rub salt in those wounds.
I speed through the streets of D.C. making my way toward Liam’s house, passing cops, and smiling as they ignore my speeding car. When I turn down his street, I park a few hours down. The rumble of my engine is enough to hint I’ve come for him, but if I’m lucky the fucker is asleep.
Liam’s property is lined with trees and bushes that give privacy to the ranch-style home. Voices grow from behind the shrubbery and my steps slow. I can’t hear what they’re saying, however, I can make out the tension. Peeking around the brush, I see Liam standing shirtless inside the open door, that leech standing in front of him with bare legs, heels, and a trench coat.
I may not have x-ray vision, but I know whore’s when I smell one. That bitch is naked under there. I smile, my original idea of fucking with Liam getting overruled by the desire to teach this bitch a lesson.
I pull out my phone as the two talk on the doorstep, keeping my eyes on them and pull up Oren’s contact information.
“You good?” he asks when he answers.
“Perfect.” Oren scoffs at the humor in my whispered voice. “I need a favor.”
“Anything for you, you know that.”
I snort. “You know that walking STD?” Oren goes silent for a few moments, and I turn on my heel and walk back to my car.
“Bridges?” he questions with a huff.
I hum. “The detective.”
“Yep, Mona Bridges. What about her?”
Reaching my car, I unlock it and get in, starting up the engine as the call transfers to the speakers. I toss my phone into the cupholder no longer needing it.
“Send me her address.”
I can practically hear Oren’s smile. “Sending your way,” he says with excitement.
He hangs up and by the time I reach the end of the road, Oren’s text withMona’saddress comes through. I giggle and change directions. Anticipation to spill blood pulses through me.
And when I pull up to her house and see every light off, I’m overcome with excitement.
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IPULLUPTOmy house and adjust my pants still half hard even though I just blew a load in Malia’s cunt an hour ago. I groan, banging my head on the steering wheel before letting it rest while I try to settle my brain.
All self-control was lost, and I couldn’t help myself. I was raging having to watch people touch Malia, grope her like she was nothing. Then The Omen came to me with all that bullshit about my parents.
I wanted answers and it seems more questions rise after one is answered. I don’t know what to think about what he said, and I don’t know what to do about the way I feel about Malia.
It doesn’t matter how pissed off at this whole fucked up situation I am, the only thing that stands out amongst the rest is I still want her.
And Ihatethat control she has over me.
When I fucked her in the interrogation room, I wanted to steal back my control. I would’ve crawled on my hands and knees for her, and I wanted to take that back. But that hold is still here.
My motivation behind the want might have shifted from making her mine to love and cherish to making her mine to destroy and ruin. It doesn’t matter the reason, it’s all the same.