Hustling men wasn’t the most glamorous job. Sometimes they got a little handsy, roughed me up a bit, but I always got my payback. Always.
When I had a job to do, I got the job done. It could be luring a target to one of the back rooms, seducing him into compliance, giving him a shot of propofol, sending him off on a nice nap before he had to face whatever hell Gio Moretti had planned for him.
Sometimes it was getting information through loose lips. That was always the worst job because I had to be nice to the creepy fucks. At least when I drugged guys, I didn’t have to converse with them. I didn’t have to pretend that their presence didn’t make my skin crawl.
“We both know you’re going to do it,” Kane yelled behind me as I left the classroom, trying to salvage the last few minutes of our lunch break.
I held the top of my shirt together as I made my way out the side doors of the school to the quad. Most everyone at Castle Grove Prep ate their lunches outside. Even when it was hot, it was still better than being cooped up in the pretentious cafeteria.
Working on autopilot, I went to my usual table and saw my best friend, Gemma Moretti, holding down the fort. Her blonde head was down, her face in a book again. She jumped as I plopped my ass on the table, facing out to watch my peers.
“What the hell happened? You said you would be five minutes,” she whisper-yelled.
“Yeah, I thought it would be five minutes. Ten tops. Did you know Lucas Matthews is unacquainted with the location of a g-spot? I mean, you’d think with the notches on his belt, he could at least follow simple instructions. I thought he was hiding some massive donkey dick but nope. Best I could tell it’s just a standard, run of the mill, average-sized penis,” I shrugged.
My bestie for as long as I could remember was also Kane’s twin sister, which meant any and all discussion of how her brother made me come harder than any other time in my life was getting put in the “never going to discuss” folder in my head.
“You’re awful,” Gemma laughed, her brilliant aqua eyes sparkling in the sun.
She was much lighter than Kane–in skin, eyes, and hair, taking after their mother Alana. Kane was a spitting image of his dad.
“Do you have any safety pins? The dumbass popped some buttons off my shirt. Couldn’t be bothered to undo them properly with his blood rushing to hisotherhead.”
Gemma rummaged through her bag and pulled out a handful of blonde-colored bobby pins. “Will these work?”
“Eh, maybe.” I was well-endowed in the chest area, which meant it was a crapshoot if the pins would hold the material. It was better than nothing, and hopefully it lasted long enough to get through the rest of the day. “Good enough.”
As I sat on the table observing my surroundings, Kane strutted out the door and sat with his crew–Theo Grayson and Noah Bexford–and their harem of giggly girls. One of them–Lauren Arlington–climbed onto Kane’s lap and…giggled.
Lauren was thin, blonde, and beautiful. She was also a major bitch–and not a bitch that you could have fun with. She was mean to her core and used her father’s name, money, and status to make other people miserable.
Kane stared at me while he picked up a French fry and fed it to Lauren. She licked his finger, and I realized it wasthefinger. The one that Kane buried inside of me…
“Your brother’s disgusting,” I said as I slid off the table and sat on the bench, turning away from the stomach-churning show Kane was performing for me.
He loved to ruffle my feathers–and no one could do it quite like he could.
“What’d he do this time?”
“Did you see who’s on his lap?” I rolled my eyes.
“Laurenbitch assArlington,” Gemma growled as she looked at the spectacle.
“The one and only.”
Lauren spent all of middle school picking on Gemma for just about anything. Her small size, her hair, the gap between her teeth that was present until she got braces in sixth grade. And then she made fun of her braces…
Lauren did everything she could to make Gemma’s life miserable right up until I showed up at CG Prep freshman year. That shit stopped real fast.
Even though I grew up with Kane and Gemma–literally, in their guest house in their backyard–I never went to school with them until high school. I went to public school through eighth grade, and then GioinsistedI attend Castle Grove Prep for high school.
He paid for me and my older brother Dominic to go to this upstanding institution–ha. The kids here were worse than my public-school peers. And they did it all with engorged trust funds to fall back on.
“If she thinks he’s getting her a ring, she’s fucking high. Especially after how she's treated Bobby.” Gemma was pissed because she never swore unless something was really bothering her. She was sweet–unlike me–and kept curses out of her vocabulary most of the time–also unlike me.
“How’s he doing?” I asked, referencing Gemma’sotherolder brother. He was in a motorcycleaccidentthis spring and was paralyzed from the neck down. A vehicle had come upon him while he was out riding his bike and pushed him over an embankment, sending him careening into a batch of trees. His vocal cords were damaged in the crash, making it so he was unable to speak.
“He’s…” Gemma sighed as she looked away. Talking about Bobby was hard for her. In an instant, he went from a ruthless leader–next in line to the Moretti empire–to needing an around-the-clock nursing staff and unable to voice his own needs. “Okay.”