Kade – Fallen Crest High Read Online Tijan

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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
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And Steele… I’d asked because I couldn’t figure him out. He didn’t land in any of the previous groups. He wasn’t insecure enough to be intrigued by me, only to find out he couldn’t dominate me and get mad. Those were usually the guys intrigued by me. The guys who were really into me were worse than I was—like, real criminal types. They thought they found Bonnie to their Clyde. Maybe I’d fall for one of those guys in another life, but in this life, I knew who it was for me: Max.

I got him because I’d wear him down. I knew it was going to happen, and so did he. I liked to think we were in the pre-negotiation stage, before we started the real negotiating, that was going to end tomorrow. I already had a plan.

I said, “You’re not interested in me. I know the look. You don’t have it.”

Steele laughed. “It’s not you that I find interesting. Let’s just leave it at that.”

I frowned, not liking that answer.

But I got distracted because I was having a hallucination. I began laughing because my first hallucination ever was seeing my dad and uncle coming into the basement as if this were their house. My dad’s eyes found mine and locked on. He was not happy. His jaw clenched.

Uncle Logan glared at me too, but his eyebrow shot up as he caught sight of the four-way happening in the other room. He said something under his breath.

I continued to watch them, curious to see what else was going to happen. Maybe Max would stroll in behind them. I watched, eager to see if it would happen.

“Ho—” Steele jumped to his feet. “Put that camera away! Who the fuck are you?”

A few people screamed. Some guys shouted.

Beltraine and Axel scrambled to put their dicks away. Amber was still in a haze. The other guy’s head was back and his eyes closed, fully entranced in the hand job.

A few of the others tried making a run for the basement door, but Uncle Logan blocked them. He was the one with his phone up, and while there was an evil grin on his face, his eyes did not match it. He was pissed. “Thanks for putting your dicks away, gentlemen. Wouldn’t want to get that on my video. Before anyone is allowed to leave, you will be handing over your names, your parents’s names, and their contact info, because we’ll be calling each and every one of them.” He smirked. “Yes, children. We are those types of assholes. Since we’re now the adults on the premises, the responsibility falls to our shoulders.” He smiled, not batting an eyelash as protests rose. “Now, now, children. Don’t piss me off or I can make things go badly, very badly for you. Then again, if you don’t believe me, call my bluff. Please. I get off on this type of shit.”

“Fucking with teenagers?” a guy sneered.

Uncle Logan swung his phone to aim right at the guy, who now paled and seemed to be rethinking his comment. “No. I get off on ruining people’s days, and it’s a two-for-one situation here. I get to ruin yours and your parents’s. It’s just up to you how bad my destruction gets.”

My dad came to stand in front of me, scowling darkly down.

I blinked up at him a moment, still trying to decide if he was real, before I registered the looks on the others’s faces. Amber was blushing and checking my dad out. The guys were pissed, but there was also fan adoration in their gazes.

Oh. This was real. This wasn’t a result of too much alcohol or stress or grief. I couldn’t help my smile. “Thank God. I was getting disappointed in my first hallucination. I would’ve hoped for something more fun like a grizzly trying to eat the four way that was happening. Can you imagine the terror and bloodshed?” My dad and uncle had totally crashed this party. I sighed at the look of murder in my dad’s eyes. “Guess I’m still grounded.”

My dad opened his mouth but couldn’t speak. That’s how mad he was.

Uncle Logan snorted, taking down information. “Niece of mine, you are so grounded you’ll be lucky if you get the tracker taken out of your hip by the time your last prom gets here.”

“I don’t have a tracker in my hip.”

He lifted his head, his gaze finding mine. “Not yet.” He smiled.

I sank down on the couch and looked back at my dad. There could’ve been steam coming out of his ears.

“You, me, and your mother are going to have a very, very long discussion in the morning.”

Well, that sealed my prison sentence.

He was bringing Mom into it.

31

SAMANTHA

Iwoke up hot, sweaty, and pulsing with need. Mason was between my legs. His tongue licked me, about sending me off the bed.


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