Page 26 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

Poor girl fell for him, and she’d been trying to find a replacement ever since. The truly fucked up part was that she was still friends with him, even though he rarely gave her the time of day. All he’d have to do was snap his fingers and she’d come running. It was sad.

“I won’t let you hurt her.”

Let? I didn’t know she had jokes.

That was when I noticed a glimmer of something else in her expression. Guilt. Now, that was something I could play with.

Leaning in, I whispered in her ear, “That’s what you said last time.”

All the color drained from her face.

“That was different,” Rachel stammered. “It wasn’t my fault.”

“Wasn’t it? You brought her there. You watched what we did to her…” I stood up, flicked my knife closed, and looked her in the eye, “Then you spread your legs for my brother.”

I still couldn’t believe Slater tapped that shit.

“I-I-I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what?” I interrupted. “You didn’t like it? Because I was there.”

She rode Slater’s cock like a fucking champ. More than once. We didn’t need to corrupt Rachel. She was already rotten. Shy little Kathy, on the other hand, wasn’t so innocent when we finished with her.

We didn’t have anything against Kathy until we found out who she was. She was supposed to be my bride, but thanks to my stepmother, we were able to ruin her before the claiming initiation took place.

Issac’s dad was not impressed. He took over everything after that. Now all the brides’ information is kept under lock and key. No one was told shit, including my asshole father and whore of a stepmother.

Rachel did not like that. She stepped in and jabbed her finger in my chest. “I never would’ve brought her if I had known. You tricked me.”

“You tricked yourself,” I scoffed back at her. “Did you really think any of us were interested in you? Come on. Look at yourself. You’re pathetic.”

She reeked of desperation. I did, however, like how she sounded when she was in pain, I’ll give her that.

“You don’t scare me, Ravi Pierce.”

“Yeah.” I stepped in just enough to make her flinch, then snickered at her reaction.

She should be thanking her lucky stars that I was bored, otherwise, I would’ve toyed with her a little longer.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” I waved her off and pushed my way inside.

“Hey,” she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me out. “Stop it… You can’t come in here.”

I yanked my arm out of her grip and backhanded her across the face. After which I pointed at her, “Know your place.”

She didn’t say anything, just stared back at me with her hand covering the cheek I slapped.

Ignoring her, I walked further into the kitchen.

The house wasn’t huge. There were five rooms, all of which were open concept except for the bedroom and bathroom. The design concept chosen was such that whoever stayed here would feel safe and secure. Georgia certainly seemed to have made herself at home.

There was a faded throw blanket on the couch, pictures hung on the walls, and a sweater tossed over the back of the kitchen chair. My favorite touch was the pink bunny slippers sitting outside her room. Issac was 100 percent going to fuck her in those. And if he didn’t, I would.

If she knew about the secret room in her bedroom or the control room under the house, I doubt she would be so comfortable.

Speaking of Georgia…

I didn’t see her anywhere, but I could hear her. Meaning she was either in the bedroom or bathroom, which was where I would’ve gone if something else hadn’t caught my attention.

I strolled over to the fridge, where a colorful chart was hanging., and it wasn’t colorful in the glitter frou-frou way that some girls liked. This chart was an organizational thing. Yellow for class, blue for mealtime, green for running, and so on.

Planning the week was one thing—this girl had everything scheduled including the allotted time to call her mother, which was exactly six minutes and thirty-one seconds. She even organized time to organize her schedule. There was a small color code in the top left-hand corner.

“Wow,” I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture. “Issac’s going to love this.” I wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, yet that didn’t stop Rachel from opening her big fucking mouth.

“Hey, stop that,” she yipped at me, then started yelling, “Georgia, Georgia!”

“Shut up,” I snarled back at her as Georgia came rushing out of the bedroom with a phone pressed to her ear.

The second she saw me, she stopped cold. There was the shock I was expecting, but I was more interested in something else. Like the tight jeans and white shirt, she was wearing. This outfit was a far cry from the frumpy grandma outfits I normally saw her in.

And let me just say, Georgia Pyne had a fantastic figure—curves in all the right places. If Issac saw her like this, he would lose it. Although it did make me wonder why she would hide herself. Every girl I knew showed her assets off.

My eyes fell to the phone pressed to her ear. Who was she talking to? According to her hyper-organized schedule, Georgia should be preparing dinner right now, which looked to be chicken and rice with steamed vegetables and a glass of milk. All four food groups. How fucking cute was that?

Georgia’s green eyes went from me to Rachel, then to my hands. “Oh, you’re the tattooed twin.”

That was insulting as fuck.

“Ravi.” If I were going to fuck her, then she should at least know what name to call out.

“I told him to leave.” Rachel piped up.

Ugh, did she ever shut up?

“You should be careful who you let in your house,” I told Georgia while shooting Rachel a dirty look. “Skank is a hard smell to wash off.”

Little Miss Sunshine didn’t like my assessment of her friend. She huffed and narrowed her glare. “I don’t remember inviting you in.”

“I invited myself.”

Unlike Rachel, Georgia, I liked. I was a clear threat, yet she didn’t scream, run away, or throw something at me. She stayed right where she was, warily watching and waiting for my next move. That was the difference between her and Rachel.

Georgia was smart.

“Ravi, is it?”

I got the feeling that she wasn’t clarifying my name for herself. Georgia wanted the person on the other end of that call to know who she was talking to.

“That’s right.” I nodded. “My last name is Pierce, in case you want to give my full name to whoever you’re talking to.”

If what I said bothered her, Georgia didn’t show it. “What do you want, Ravi?”

I wanted Issac to hurry the fuck up and claim her so that I could get on with my life. But that wasn’t going to happen without a little bit of persuasion.

Lifting my arm, I held up her bag and let it dangle from my hand. “I thought you might want this back.”

“Hang on, Mom,” she uttered into the phone before eyeing me. “Is this a trick?”

“Calm down, there’s no ulterior motive.” None that she needed to know about anyway. “Consider it a peace offering.”

Shedidn’t trust me. Like I said, she was smart. But intelligence didn’t mean shit without instincts. Some of the brightest people I’d met were the easiest to play. While Little Miss Sunshine might be cautious, she couldn’t spot a setup if it smacked her in the face.

Georgia eyed me for a second before slowly inching closer.

I watched her feet shuffle over the hardwood floor and thought about jarring my shoulder forward to see how far back she’d jump. But that would defeat the purpose of coming here.

When Georgia reached out to grab the bag, Rachel bellowed, “Don’t trust him.”

Fucking bitch. I’d deal with her later.

Gritting my teeth, I sucked back my annoyance and sighed at Georgia, “Do you want it or not?”

Rachel shook her head in warning, and for a minute, I thought Georgia might back away. But she didn’t.

“Stop overreacting.” Georgia rolled her eyes at Rachel and snatched the bag from my hand. “It’s just a bag, Rachel.”

“Yeah, Rachel,” I smiled back at her. “It’s just a bag.”

Little did she know it was so much more than that. It was the first seed of friendship. Georgia could hate Issac—he’d make sure of that. But if she trusted me… Now, that would really piss Issac off.