Step Up 2 The Streets Moose Novels & Stories

Or a truce. Tentative. Unspoken. And for the first time… I took it. Our fingers brushed. The touch was brief, but electric. My skin tingled from it. And something shifted. Not rage. Not heat. Not hate. Just quiet. Like a storm holding its breath. Like something waiting to be born from the wreckage. Something neither of us dared name. "Rest Here for tonight" his voice was stiff, like he just don't stand in front of his father taking my side.

She gave him one of the best welcome home sex. His vision started to clear bit by bit and the pain behind his head reduced, even though his vision was clearing up, he couldn’t see much. It was still dark, that was when he remembered. “Joanne!” Simon called out weakly, struggling to get out of the rubbles he was in. The mafia gangsters had dumped him in a refuse area, which was in between tall buildings; nobody would ever find him there until the morning. Luckily for him, he was a hard head and gained consciousness faster than they thought.

her voice trailing me up the first two steps like she actually expected me to stop and receive it. I cut her off without turning around. "Mom." I let the word sit there a beat, flat and cold. "Check the news. My ugly ass face destroying half a studio is already all over it."

First it was Dad and now Jordan. Next it'll be Zoe stepping out 'for a while' leaving me to bear the weight of their unclear whereabouts like the stay at home guy I'd turned out to be. "You should just take up the offer with Mason's Dad." The tiny voice in my head advised but I shut it down. I stood at the top of the stairs with both hands in my pocket and I watched her proceed further down the stairs with her hoodie she threw over her head till I couldn't see her again after she slipped out through the door.

“Noticed that he checked the brakes,” Moose said. “You’d think he’d trust a couple of trustworthy-looking guys like us.” I handed Moose a hundred dollars. “What’s this?” he asked. “A bonus for doing a good job today,” I said. “What do you think he’s going to do when he hears that tape you put in the car?” Moose asked.

Just as I had finished checking in and turned to walk up the stairs, Nathan rushed in suddenly. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was flushed from running. "Did someone just check into a room here? Did a woman named Yvonne Liesel check in? Tell me, quick!" he demanded.

Yes, I need two stepbrothers inside of me. And Yes, tonight is about to get messy. Ethan's lips descended on my breast, and my head went blank ....

He sucked in air and I smiled. “You should be scared, Theo. Now I’ll give you the choice… we could leave, you could come willingly to my place… or I’ll force you anyway… or you’d have to stay locked up in this room with my cock searing through you while you scream so hard for the whole cruise to know you are claimed by your fucking stepbrother… who would not stop fun bd you all through this cruise.”

She roared singing the lyrics of get through while I couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she was. “Uh! Excuse me… be there or else I'm gonna steal you for good” I started jumping and got laid back all of sudden bumping into a guy, his voice wasn’t mean or something but he was the type who seems to love one-night-stand. I quickly bowed apologizing and started dancing again while getting away from him. I don’t know, but I don’t want people to die here just because my man is too temperamental. He loses himself often which is sometimes cute only until he takes his gun out and shoot someone.

At the dinner that was meant to formally acknowledge my place in the family, Lydia wept and asked if I would admit, before every guest in the room, that she was the Harrow family's only daughter. The roomful of silk and perfume went still. Seven years ago, the parish birth register and letters left by my grandmother had proved that I was the Harrow family's own daughter, lost years before. Yet since I was brought back to London from the countryside, I had been kept in the most remote wing of the house, never presented for the Season, never once named in a family announcement. It was only when my great-uncle, who administered my grandmother's estate, came to the door demanding answers that F