Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 144840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
I glance his way and he shifts, stands tall, proud, like a soldier facing his general.
It’s a good ass way to be, a great fucking sign from the new guy, but I’m not here for him.
I look to Brielle.
The table looks to Brielle.
And Brielle, she laughs.
I don’t have to tell her to stand up, she does it on her own, and only then do I get a good look at her.
How I didn’t notice this morning, I don’t know. Maybe because I was busy putting a bit of fear in her. Maybe it’s because any fear she may have felt disappeared the second her eyes found mine.
I cut the thoughts quick, focusing on the strappy sandals and pink painted toes planted two steps from mine and follow the path of tan and toned legs.
Thick thighs hugged tight by little white shorts lay a little low on wide hips. A loose fitted green tank with a board shop logo in the right corner that doesn’t quite meet her bottoms.
She shifts to grab her backpack from beside her feet, and that little hint of skin between her belt and top widens, offering with it a sneak of what’s beneath. A different shade of silver catches the light, but it’s hidden as quick as it was exposed.
Was that... a piercing?
I’m tempted to lift the hem of her top and get a better look, but when my eyes cut left, finding Micah’s just discovered, or is wondering, the same thing, and he ain’t looking away, decide against it.
“Thanks for letting me sit with you.” She’s focused on Micah, then turns to the table with a small wave. “I’ll see you guys soon, I’m sure.”
I’m prepared to lead her where I want her, but Brielle doesn’t stand there waiting for direction.
She doesn’t wait for a sign from me at all.
She slips by with a smile, and some-fucking-how it’s me, following her out.
The second we’re standing in the warm outside air, and there aren’t dozens of fucking ears surrounding us, I slip in front of her, halting her footsteps.
She grins, but it falters when she realizes I’m not.
I’m irritated.
Why?
Who fucking knows!
But I am.
So I find something to bark about.
“You seem pretty fucking comfortable already.”
Her mouth pinches to the side. “I thought it was nice of Micah to introduce me to some people he met already.”
“From lame little loner to suddenly needing a gang around you, and all in a half day’s work.”
Brielle nods, and she looks away. “Yeah, Royce, that’s exactly it.”
“Don’t pretend it’s not, nobody likes a fake.”
An angry little flare has her chest rising. “And nobody likes a guy who’s an ass in an effort to drown out his own inner issues.”
My jaw flexes, my tone dark. Warning. “Watch it, baby girl.”
This girl, she either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care.
She steps into my space. “Man up, baby boy.”
I push toward her. “I swear to God—”
“If something I do bothers you, say it,” she cuts me off with a soft shout. “Or better yet, growl it since that seems to be your favorite way to communicate.”
“You’re pissing me off.”
“I’m getting the feeling you’re perpetually pissed off.” A sour laugh slips from her, but a soberness is quick to take its place. “If there’s something you want me to know, tell me all about it. Something you want me to stop doing or do more of, spell it out for me. Something you need from or of me, ask for it. I will give it to you if I’m able, and if I’m not, I’ll try to find a way.”
Something wraps around my upper body, squeezing. Pulling.
I swear there’s a crack.
I don’t like it.
She’ll do what she can, as much of it as she’s got, for me.
‘Cause that’s what I hired her for, right? What a good employee would do?
My lungs fill with air.
Right?
Brielle’s arms fall to her side. “All I want is to be whatever it is you hoped for the minute you decided I was worth this place,” she whispers with purpose. “But I can’t be if you don’t help me figure out what that is.”
I push my chest out, my attempt to stretch through the heaviness building and building.
And fucking building.
She wants to be whatever I want her to be.
Whatever I want her to be.
I want her to be better off than she was because she was supposed to be.
I want her to be everything her brother doesn’t.
I want her to do all the things he’d hate.
See all the things he tried to shield her from.
The pain and anger, the danger and resolution.
I want her in the middle of trouble and forced to fight her way out.
I want her to be nothing she is and everything she’s not.
That’s why I brought her here, to change her, to give her more and use her to piss off her brother?