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“Dad is coming. Table, now.”
I blow out more smoke and hand it to Nate as he sits on the opposite side of me, Bishop’s right hand. Eli and Hunter move in, too, until there’s nothing but silence.
“I’m not handling it well, shit.” He runs his hands through his hair again. “But you all have to respect my decision that I am not chasing her. She can stay there, and if she ever comes back to me, which I think she will, then I’ll be here. But for now, and for the future, I’m not chasing her again. I’m not a fucking puppy. Fool me once…” He looks around at all of us and my jaw clenches. His logic doesn’t make sense to me. He knows she didn’t cheat. He knows she was raped. I fucking know Madison. Longer than he has known her. I not only know her demons, I was there while those demons were created.
We share the same ones.
I may not have been a fan of her when I first met her. Hell, I barely tolerated her. Every time I looked into her eyes, I saw the kid that she no longer was. I saw everything that Lucan made us do to each other. Had nothing to do with her as a person, she was just a trigger to me. When you spend years upon years learning to control your demons, you get a little fucking angry when an old one comes back and reintroduces itself. Aside from that, I didn’t see the appeal that she had to Nate and Bishop, but that’s nothing new. Both of them never had problems dipping their dick into whatever wet hole they wanted. Me, on the other hand, chose my victims a little differently. Riding my dick wasn’t an easy feat, and surviving it wasn’t either, which was why…
Past
“Where the fuck are you going?” Nate shoved my arm as we walked down the loud corridor of this hellhole of a school. Senior year only just began, and I was ready to call it fucking quits. We didn’t need a fucking diploma. I had enough money to buy out the fucking president.
I needed something.
I pushed away from him and continued down the corridor.
“Fine, grumpy motherfucker! But we are partying this weekend! Your house!”
I flipped him off because that’s all we seemed to do lately was party.
When I shoved through the door of the final classroom at the back that led into the gymnasium, I slammed it closed and flicked the lock.
Her body stilled, her long blonde hair moving over one shoulder. I watched as the corner of her mouth kicked into a smile.
“You’ve been chasing my dick since you got to this school.” I kicked off the door and made my way farther into the room.
She didn’t move. Didn’t answer.
When I reached her back, my hand snaked around from behind until I had it wrapped around the front of her throat, yanking her head backward while kicking her legs wide. “Mrs. Fucking Kilpatrick.” Her wedding ring glistened on her finger as she slammed her hands onto her desk. She tilted her head until she was looking at me over her shoulder.
“What gave me away?” she said in a tone that I had never heard from her, definitely not when she would scream at us to jump hurdles during track.
I cranked my head, while running my hand over her lower back, over her tight ass and hooking my finger beneath the edge of her yoga pants. I slammed her headfirst onto her desk while leaning into her ear. “Aside from the fact you can’t keep your eyes off my dick whenever I’m near?”
I reached into my pants just as a door behind me opened. Fuck. There were two doors. She froze beneath me, but I didn’t allow her to move.
I slowly turned to look over my shoulder to find Nate standing at the threshold, his eyes on us, fist in his mouth. “Well, shit. Gotta say—”
“—gonna join in?” I snapped at him.
His eyes flew to Mrs. Kilpatrick. I mean, it wasn’t that she was ugly. She wasn’t. She was a forty-somethin’ hot as fuck woman who, I’m guessing, knew exactly what she was doing. It’s what I needed. I never touched high school chicks. The closest to my age I ever went were college girls, and even then, the sex was too basic for me. Too vanilla. Too clean. Literally.
Nate took the steps he needed while finally locking the second door behind him. “Yeah, fuck, I’m game.”
She wriggled beneath my grasp. “Brantley. If you break it, you gotta buy it, honey.”
“I’m not here to buy shit, I’m here to ruin you, so that the next time your husband shoves his cock into your cunt.” I sank my teeth into the flesh of her neck before finally whispering, “He’s going to wonder why his wife has been split open.”