“Tonight maybe,” he says. “But you are late in reaching out to me. I had to find you on my own, and I’m not happy about it.”“I didn’t realize it was my responsibility to cater to your wishes,” I say. “Last time I checked, you aren’t my master.”Subtly, I notice Declan smirking.“I’m not your master
Ollie’s POV…all of us should just forget about her.The words haunt me even as I finish cleaning the kitchen and return down to my room, careful to avoid the brothers on my path.Once I’m in my room, I check the clock. I only have about a half-hour to make my decision, before I need to leave in ord
Ollie’s POVDinner that night is sure to be awkward, but as I’ve become one of the regular servers on staff, I can’t just avoid it.Fortunately, as I serve, the brothers seem thoroughly distracted, looking off into space or staring down at their food. This annoys Sylvia, who keeps giving them curiou
Ollie’s POVAfter what feels like forever, the day for Ella and her mother to finally come back home arrives. At the first sight of her car, I rush to the driveway to await my best friend. Gods, I missed her so much. There is so much to tell her about what’s happened, and I want to hear about her ad
For the first time, some of my rage ebbs away.The closer I get, the more her gaze lifts, the deeper her blush becomes. When she’s a nice cherry red, I can’t help a smirk.Glancing down, I trace the length of that blush down to where it disappears under her collar. I wonder just how far down it goes
Conrad’s POVAnger oozes through my entire being, trickling through my veins, seeping into every square inch of me, every nerve. I can’t sit still, my thoughts are too wild. So I punch, and I punch, and I mindlessly punch again and again, ready to exhaust my body and hopefully my rage.I’m known for