Hateful Vows (Wicked Falls Elite #1) Read Online Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Falls Elite Series by Cassandra Hallman
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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As always, the sight of her bouncing down the steps and talking a mile a minute to her friends makes my heart swell. She’s getting so damn big. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to protect her from life. I only know I want to. She deserves to be innocent as long as possible.

When she doesn’t notice me, I tap the horn to get her attention. Just when I thought my heart couldn’t swell up anymore. She breaks out a big, toothy smile, and I have to smile back. The kid has no idea how she saves my life sometimes.

“Hey, nugget,” I call out as she comes my way. “Did you have a good day?”

“How come you always call me that?” She rolls her eyes all dramatically before climbing in. I wait until she buckles her seatbelt before pulling out. “Try eating something besides chicken nuggets all the time, and I’ll call you something else.”

“Like what? Spaghetti?” She rolls her eyes again, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.

“How was your day?” I ask. If she thinks there’s anything weird about me picking her up from the bus stop, she doesn’t show it. She never has. It could be she’s just glad to have somebody looking out for her. God knows our father can’t be bothered.

“Fine, I guess.” She stares out the window next to her without saying anything else.

“You think you’re going to like your teacher?” When she looks at me in the rearview mirror, I shrug. “That’s what I was always worried about when I started a new year at school. If I was gonna like the teacher or not.”

“She’s okay. I think it’ll be fine. I have lots of forms that have to be signed.” She looks out the window again, biting her lip, and it’s not fair. A kid her age shouldn’t have to worry about shit like that. Not wanting to approach her own father to have him sign her forms at the beginning of the year. That was the kind of thing Mom would do back in the day.

“I’ll get it figured out. Don’t worry.” Even if it means forging his signature. The less I have to talk to him, the happier we all are.

At least she seems happier by the time we get home. It’s the biggest house on this side of town, for sure, but it’s nothing compared to what the other families live in. Our mansion is more the size of a captain’s or close advisor’s. Another little insult Dad deals with every day.

Some people get welcomed at the door when they come home from school. Not us. Instead, the sound of shattering glass greets us when we step into the tiled hall, followed by a scream that could come from a rabid animal. “Motherfucker! Who the fuck do they think they’re dealing with? Who the fuck do they think they are?”

Dammit. Why does he have to be this way when she gets home from school? Who the hell would want to come home to this? It was bad enough when Mom was alive—and now I understand how much she went through, hiding everything she could from me when I was Tia’s age. How sometimes, when she would be breathless and laugh a little too loud or get a little overexcited over going swimming out back, she was really trying to cover up for him by distracting me. Because that’s exactly what I want to do now, for my sister’s sake.

Her little hand finds mine and squeezes tight. The lava bubbling in my chest cools and hardens a little, but not by much. I can’t be angry in front of her. The kid needs to have at least one person in her life who doesn’t lose his shit in a drunken rage.

“Who the fuck do they think I am? Have they forgotten?” Something else crashes in the living room. I’m torn between wanting to see what he’s doing and wanting to keep Tia safe. Really, there isn’t much of a decision to be made. He’s on the phone, shouting and snarling and most likely drunk by now. The way he slurs confirms this for me, and it makes me sick. Of all the times for him to get his shit together, if only for Tia’s sake, but he couldn’t be bothered.

“They had a meeting without me? They fucking made sure I knew it was happening, then they didn’t invite me?” I cringe when he lets out a roar. “I’m sick of this shit, I’m telling you! How much longer do they think I’m going to put up with this? How much more am I supposed to take?”

“Briggs?” It’s Tia’s worried whisper that pulls me back into myself and tells me what I need to do.


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