Page 27 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

Issac

S later had better be square with his brother because I was going to fucking kill Ravi.

I’d break his fingers for taking Georgia’s purse alone—that shit was mine—then the motherfucker had the nerve to try and bait me into going to Craven House.

Ravi wasn’t as sly as he thought he was. He figured he’d get me in the same proximity as Georgia, and I’d fall in line. Who the fuck did he think I was? Levi? I had better control than that.

Georgia could strip naked in front of me, and I’d still walk away. My father and Ravi couldn’t manipulate me into shit. I’d claim her when I was damn well ready. Kicking Ravi’s ass, however… That I’d do right now.

My fist swung through the air whenthe front door opened. As Ravi stepped out, I clocked him in thejaw so hard that his head snapped sideways.

“Motherfucker,” I growled as he stumbled back and caught himself on the doorframe.

He didn’t think I’d come down here, with his I’m at Craven House, come get me bitch . Fucking bastard. I’d get him alright.

Steeping forward, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and hissed, “Who’s the bitch now?”

Ravi grinned at me, displaying his bloody teeth like I brought him a goddamn present. “Well, shit. You actually came.”

Really?

“Laugh it up, chuckles.” I drove my fist into his gut and felt the air leave his lungs as he folded in two. “Not so fucking funny now, is it?”

And what did Ravi do? He fucking laughed.

I cocked my arm back to hit him again when Georgia’s voice cut through the air like a broken alarm. “Issac, stop it!”

Here comes Saint Georgia to the rescue. What the fuck was wrong with her? Interfering with the dean and now Ravi. Neither one would do the same for her. Well, she didn’t get to play savior today.

“Shut the fuck up, Peaches,” I snarled while keeping my eyes locked on Ravi. “No one asked for your opinion.”

“You can’t go around hitting people.” Georgia wedged her way in between us and slammed her palms on my chest.

Did she just try to push me? Oh, hell no.

My eyes snapped to her. “You wanna go a round?”

I had no problem slapping some sense into that brain of hers.

“Don’t worry, Georgia.” Ravi wheezed and straightened up to give me that same shit eating grin. “Issac hits like a girl.”

This mother…

Pushing Georgia out of the way, I lunged at Ravi.

Ravi dodged and tried weaved past me, but I managed to grab his shoulder.

He responded by elbowing me in the gut and kicking his foot into my knee, knocking us both off our feet. We went down in a tangle of limbs, slamming hard onto the wooden floor of the deck then rolling down the few steps to the ground.

I would’ve immediately started pounded his face into the dirtif the prick didn’t twist mid-fall, angling our bodies so we landed on our sides, instead of with me on top.

Something sharp scraped against my upper arm, cutting into my skin while my hip ground against gravel. A dull ache shot around to my tailbone and trickled up my spine, but I didn’t give a shit. I was too pissed off for that, and I was far from done.

My next strike was aimed at Ravi’s face.

He ducked, causing my knuckles to scrape off the ground, and scrambled backwards.

I attempted to grab his ankle and drag him back over. Ravi not only wriggled out of that, but he slipped out of my grip when I snatched his arm. Then he twisted away when I hooked my hand in his belt and elbowed me in the face when I attempted to crawl over him.

Blood tinted my mouth and trickled from my lip, my knuckles red and raw. My arm hurt like hell, and I couldn’t keep hold of him, but rage still boiled through my veins.

“Get over here you, squirrely motherfucker.” I snagged Ravi’s foot, 0.2 seconds later, I was holding only his shoe. Nimble bastard was slipperier than a greased-up snake in a thunderstorm, but I was quicker.

We continued to fight, and even with some of my enhanced speed—I didn’t want to use it all and actually kill the fucker— I still only landed one out of every four punches, most of which did not hit where I was aiming.

Somewhere behind us was a mess of shouting.

Georgia yelled shit like stop it , let him go , and something about children.

At one point, she tried to grab me, but I easily pushed her away.

I didn’t give a shit about her or anyone else who might see us.

All I saw was red. And Ravi wasn't even the one I was pissed at.

It was my father.

All this shit was his fault.

I didn’t ask for Ravi to be my second, nor did I ask for a bride. I didn’t want any of this. If I did, it sure as shit wouldn’t have been with Georgia fucking Pyne.

Unfortunately, that was how these things went. They didn't ask for our input. Instead, they told us what to do, with no way to get out of it. I couldn’t fight The Society. No one could. They always got what they wanted one way or another. But I could fight Ravi, so that was what I did.

Until I heard the words, “That’s it, I’m getting the pepper spray.”

Just like that, my attention snapped to someone else.

Arm cocked back in mid swing, I looked over my shoulder and hissed, “You don’t?—”

Fuck me.

One look at Georgia and all the rage boiling through my system went straight to my cock.

This girl was far from the one I met. Gone were the frumpy clothes and cardigan sweaters.

Georgia was dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged her hips, while her chest heaved, pressing her breasts up against a plain white tank top.

Her shoulder-length hair hung loosely in untamed waves, making her big jade eyes glow with a fierceness I was ravenous to tame.

The girl I felt up in the cafeteria, I could fuck. But this girl… I wanted to devour her. She was messy, feral, and fucking gorgeous.

“Checkmate, motherfucker,” Ravi whispered while smirking up at me.

Son of a bitch. I played right into his hand, didn’t I? He probably told her to dress like that.

“You think you won something?” I growled and threw my fist in his gut, after which I rolled off Ravi and sat on the ground.

Ravi could live for now. I hit him enough to satisfy some of my anger.

“Goddamn,” Ravi coughed, caught his breath, then sat up and slapped me on the chest. “That was fun, we should do it again.”

Oh, I was sure we would.

Georgia, however, did not take our fight so lightly.

She lifted her hand and pointed an angry finger at me. “You are an asshole, Issac Kratz.”

Did she emphasise my last name so I would know she figured out who I was? Good for her. Maybe now she had some idea of how fucked she was.

“And,” I shot back at her, “Do you have a point?”

I knew I was an asshole. She knew I was an asshole. The guy who worked at the convenience store three blocks down from my place knew I was an asshole.

She stamped her little foot like a petulant child. “You had no right to hit Ravi. All he did was return my things.”

Oh, I had every right to hit Ravi, and for more than what she knew. I found it ironic how she was standing up for him.

“Are you friends now?” I snorted out a snicker. “How fucking cute.”

So that was Ravi’s game. He was playing good cop and bad cop. Guess who the bad cop was. I was almost disappointed. Ravi was a smooth bastard. He could do so much better. This immature bullshit was something I’d expect Levi to come up with.

Georgia placed a hand on her cocked hip and glared back at me. “I’m friendlier with him than I ever will be with you.”

Aww, did she think that would hurt me? Fucking pathetic.

“I don’t need any friends, Peaches. But if you want to suck my dick, I guess I won’t complain.” I tipped my head and rolled my eyes down her frame, openly judging her. “Hopefully you’re better at that than you are at dressing yourself.”

“Do you think I care what you think of me?”

Nope, she didn’t give a shit what I thought, which just made me want to fuck her more.

“You may not care what you look like, but the rest of the world does. You’re not going to get anywhere in life looking like a lost little girl. My grandmother has more style than you, and she’s been dead for twenty years.”

Her jaw dropped, and she stood there staring at me. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or insulted. Didn’t really care. Someone needed to give her a wake-up call.

“Don’t mind him,” Ravi interjected. “Issac’s just a little frustrated.”

This son of a bitch was still trying to play good cop.

While staring down Ravi, I asked Georgia, “Did your friend tell you why he gave your shit back?”

Suspicion glinted in her eyes as they drifted over to Ravi. “He said it was a peace offering.”

“A peace offering? Really?” I cocked my brow at Ravi, who narrowed his stare in response, as if saying ‘What are you gonna do?’

If Ravi weren’t my second, then I might’ve enjoyed this battle of wills. He thought there was nothing I could do to blow his lie wide open. Rule number one in war is never underestimate your opponent.

“If it was a peace offering, then why did he tell me where I could find him?”

Good luck explaining that one, prick.

“You asked where I was.” Ravi casually shrugged. “Was I supposed to lie?”

Alright, you smooth motherfucker.

I was going to call him on this shit, right fucking now. “You were baiting me into coming over here.”

There was smugness in his raised brow when he smirked at me. “And why would I do that, Issac?”

Son of a…

“I don’t know Ravi,” I snarled back at him. “Why would you do that?”

What the hell else was I supposed to say to that? Georgia’s my bride, and he was trying to force me to claim her? That would go over well. I didn’t care what Georgia thought, but The Society would whip me within an inch of my life for blabbing. We were secret for a reason.

Touché. This round went to him.

Georgia took a step back, closer to the open door of Craven House. “I think you guys should leave.”

Now she was wary. She was happy to intervene when we were having a full-blown smackdown.

“What are you going to do, Peaches? Have us arrested for being outside?” I’d like to see her try.