Page 82 of The Broken Note

Dutch’s eyes narrow. He sits on the stair beside me.

“You want me to punish her more?”

“What? No!” I shuffle over as far as I can go. “I didn’t tell you about Paris because I didn’t need your help.”

“Who said I was helping?”

“I could have handled her.”

“I know. But I need to set an example. Everyone should understand the consequences if they touch what’s mine.”

At this point, I’m absolutelydone.

“Go to hell,” I snarl.

Suddenly, Dutch rolls over me and jams his massive body between my legs. My back crashes into the stair when his weight presses on top of me. He smirks and grazes my lips with his, sweeping across my face until he’s at my ear. “I already told you, Cadey. If I’m going to hell, I’m dragging you there with me.”

He rocks his hips forward, making me groan. It feels so damn good, even though I hate him with every fibre of my being. My heart pounds fast enough to burst.

Musical chimes blast through the hallways.

Saved by the bell.

“I need to get to class,” I stammer, although everything in my body wants to lock my legs around his waist and pull him deep into me.

Dutch tips my chin up so I’m falling into his dark hazel eyes. “No class.”

“No class?” I repeat after him like a buffoon.

“You have two choices, Cadey. One—” He sticks up a rough, calloused finger. “I make you scream my name loud enough for the classrooms on both ends of the hallway to hear. Or—”

“Two. I’ll go with two,” I blurt.

He smirks. “You go back to the cafeteria and eat something.”

My eyes widen.

“You didn’t have any breakfast this morning.” He scowls at me. “If you miss lunch too, it’s really going to piss me off.”

His words are ice cold.

I stare at his face, full of hard lines and dark shadows.

A shudder racks my spine. If I ever make the mistake of falling for Dutch Cross, I’ll be falling in love with a madman.

* * *

Jinx: When A King Speaks, It’s Not A Request. It’s An Order.

Earlier this morning, the Snare King graced his citizens with a view of his tight, toned… quarters. No one was complaining. Well, no one except Prince Charming.

Our royal band of brothers made their anger known and wasted no time carving the hearts out of their enemies. Why else would Snare King’s one-night concubine be ousted from her position in the court and snubbed by everyone she held dear? I hope that romp in the Snare King’s bed and the five seconds of fame were worth it.

Sadly, she wasn’t the only one to suffer. Miss PomPoms nearly lost her head at the foot of Prince Charming’s royal throne. Her offense? A wrong committed earlier in the week that Prince Charming hadn’t forgotten.

It’s a war out there, folks. Be careful how you tread. When it comes to their pampered princess, this royal gang offers no mercy.

Until the next post, keep your enemies close and your secrets even closer.