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First published October 16, 2020
When I find her—and I will find her—I swear I won’t stop until I tear her whole fuckin’ world to shreds. Eye for an eye, bitch.
❝I’m not breaking for you,❞ I choke out. ❝I’ll never break for you. You have my word on that.❞
My intentions were clear-cut. I had one goal in mind—to teach Southside a lesson. But now, I’m sweating bullets, hoping she didn’t get the wrong idea, didn’t misunderstand me touching her like that. Like … I enjoyed it.✔ UST (so much UST)
❝Not sure who your brother thinks he’s dealing with, but he can count on one thing,❞ I warn. ❝When someone fucks with me, they can expect me to throw it right back at them. And that especially goes for your brother.❞✔ Romance (what, there were sprinklings of one)
❝Well played, Southside,❞ he admits with amusement in his tone. ❝But you got one thing wrong.❞
❝What’s that?❞
❝We both know which of us is really the bitch, don’t we?❞ he growls with a smirk.
✘ Drowning (the amount of times Blue almost died, my goodness)
He’s not the boy next door, or the kind you trust with your heart. West Golden is a devil in designer jeans, with all the charm of a bonified psycho. Still, even with all the hatred I hold for him, I swear I feel him all over me. Like a ghost."
“Don’t provoke me, Southside,” he growls. “You haven’t seen me off my leash yet.” The freakishly deep tone of his voice radiates down to my bones. I have his undivided attention and take full advantage of it by leaning into him. His gaze slips down to my lips when they part to speak. “Careful, KingMidas,” I warn. “In the wrong hands, a leash can quickly become a noose.”
"You didn't answer my question," he says, his voice rumbling low. "Do you see something you like?"
My lips part, but no words come out.
"Or is 'like' the wrong word?" he questions. "Maybe you see something you want."
These words fall from his lips and I swear the water gets hotter as we stand beneath it. Unprepared for such a bold statement, I, again, don't immediately have a response. The effect of being called out passes quickly, though, and I come up with a snide remark.
"I didn't answer because there isn't much to see, King Midas."