Page 39 of Ruining Him

“Good boy,” I purr and crouch to pack my laptop away in my bag, ignoring the eyes that are drilling into the side of my head.

“I’m sorry. What just happened?” Gracie asks, and Noah snorts a laugh.

“Our boy just took orders, that’s what happened. Lana, right?” he asks, and I nod my head as I shoulder my bag.

“Can we keep you?”

TWENTY-FIVE

COLE

Rage still simmers in my blood at the image we walked into.

The very last thing I expected to see when I walked through the door was to see Harley sitting on the floor with Lana’s head bent over his crotch like she was sucking his dick.

I swear, I was moments away from killing him.

I’ve never felt anything like it, that anger. It completely took me over. Fuck seeing red; I saw blood. Harley’s blood.

And I was seconds away from spilling it until Lana pulled me back from the edge.

How she managed that, I have no idea. No one has ever been able to pull me back from the abyss so easily.

“Can we keep you?” I hear Noah’s voice say, and I tune back in to what’s happening around me.

Lana’s staring at my sister, Noah, and Logan in bewilderment, while Harley continues his dramatics, slouched against the wall.

“Youwere helping him study?” I ask Lana with a raisedbrow. From everything I know about Lana—which admittedly, isn’t much—she doesn’t seem like the type to do something out of the goodness of her heart, which means he’s giving her something in return. The question is, what has he promised my little menace?

And why does the idea of her going to him for something piss me off so much?

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, Cole. I was helping him study, and now I’m done. Can I leave now?”

“But you need to teach us that thing you just did with Cole… I haveneverseen my brother listen to someone they way he did with you,” my sister says, and I have the sudden urge to bang my head against the wall.

“Aww,” Lana says, batting her eyelashes in an attempt to come across as… cute? Who knows, this girl can only pull off one demeanor, and it’s sociopathic. “They want to adopt me, Cole.”

“Out,” I mutter. “Seriously. Get out before they try and get you to move in.”

She cackles before sending a smirk in my direction. She sends a finger wave towards the rest of the assholes I call my family and waltzes out the door, leaving us all to stare after her. Once she’s gone and out of hearing range, they all turn on me.

Wonderful.

“Brother,” my sister says with a maniacal glint in her eyes. “Me and you need to talk, don’t ya think?”

Kill. Me. Now.

“Start talking,” Gracie demands as soon as my bedroom door closes behind us and the muted hoots and hollers of my friends calm down. They were delighted that my sister was giving me a ‘talking to,’ as she put it when she shoved me in here.

Assholes.

“What’s there to talk about?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

Gracie climbs on my bed, sitting with her back to the headboard, and I internally cringe at the thought of the last time I had a girl in here… when Lana made me come from slicing into my dick. Jesus Christ, this is awkward.

“Sit,” she says, patting the bed in front of her, and I sit down before lying back, my legs hanging off the end of the bed and my arms crossed under my head. I turn my head to face her, and she raises a brow in question.

I sigh. “There’s nothing to tell, G. We argue a lot. I can’t stand her existence. That’s pretty much it.”