Page 108 of The Devastation You Reap

Truth is, aside from classes, training and working out with the guys, oh and of course a little torture, I’ve got fuck all to do. But as much as I need her to believe everything between us is real, I’m aware that I’m walking on a very thin line right now because every second I spend with her changes things, and I can’t allow that to happen.

I have one end goal here. And making her mine isn’t it.

It can’t be.

I’d be fooling myself to even think she’d want me after she learns the truth. When she discovers how tainted and broken I am.

“Hey,” I say, pressing my cell to my ear. “Everything okay?” I ask, wondering if I’m about to hear that I killed someone last night.

“Yeah, I’m good, man. More worried about you. You sure did a number on your old man last night,” Reid says and I swear I hear something akin to pride in his voice.

“Yeah well, I needed to relieve some stress. He seemed like the perfect punching bag.”

“You still want him left alone?” He inquires.

When he and Devin turned up to help Kane, Bry and me the night Brett attacked Peyton, I was expecting him to question why I wanted him locked up like an animal but to my surprise, he flashed me a smile I’m sure the devil himself would be proud of and handed me over the key.

“Yeah, just keep the cunt alive. I want him to regret every single thing he’s done in his life.”

“Fair enough. You need anything else, you just call, yeah?”

“You got it, man. Thanks.”

He hangs up without saying another word. I barely know anything about the guy, only what little information I gleaned from Kane, but at the same time, I trust the psycho with my life, or at least my dirty secret for now at least.

I throw myself in the shower and attempt to get her coconut scent off me. As much as I might want to drown in her, I also need to keep a clear head for the next few days or my promise to myself to stay away from her is going to go down the drain.

22

Macie

My week drags knowing that I’m not going to see Leon until after my morning class on Thursday.

I wanted to say no, to make him stay here and go to classes. I already know he’s not exactly got the best track record for attendance and I don’t want to be the one to screw things up for him by missing more. But I also saw the excitement on his face at the prospect of us getting away for the weekend and I could hardly refuse after the state I witnessed him in the night before.

It still eats at me that I don’t know what happened, or whose blood he was covered in but I keep convincing myself that he’ll tell me when he feels ready. But my patience is already wearing thin.

I’ve gone from wanting nothing to do with him to wanting to know all of his secrets. It’s a weird feeling but one I’m fed up of fighting.

I stare at the clock on the wall, willing it to move faster.

“Anyone would think you want to get out of here,” Nate mutters beside me.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well, I’ve never seen you less than fully engaged in class, so yeah, it is.”

“I’m excited,” I confess. I never thought I would ever actually look forward to visiting my uncle’s estate but I can’t wait to make it ours this weekend.

Just the two of us…

My tummy flutters with the words he growled in our kiss on Monday morning.

‘This weekend, Red. I’m making you mine.’

My thighs squeeze together at the thought of finally experiencing what it’ll be like.

“You’re like a lovesick puppy, Mace.”