Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Everyone stops, and I yank my arms off Farrow’s waist.
“If he’s not home in one piece when I call…” I say.
He turns off the bike and climbs off. “As long as you remember, you’re not a guest. You’re a hostage.” He looks down at me. “Don’t ever go up to Phelan’s Throat without us again. Don’t go anywhere without us again.”
I may as well be at home if I’m going to have a dad here too.
“And don’t speak to anyone here tonight,” he commands. “Understood? If I see you talking…”
“Then what?”
The others leave their bikes, and I swing my leg off.
“You know what,” Farrow says. “Aren’t you ever interested in seeing what happens when you actually do what you’re told for a change?”
I lift my chin.
He leans in when I don’t answer, and I spot Hunter to my right, far behind Farrow’s shoulder. He sits on the hood of his car, part of the circle of vehicles around the bonfire. People walk and dance, the fire glimmers in his eyes as he watches me and lifts a drink to his lips.
“Come on, virgin,” Farrow murmurs. “Try a change of pace.”
He takes my hand and leads me toward the party, Hunter’s eyes still on us as I take my hand back.
We stop in a crowd of people, the heat of the bonfire surrounding me but not quite hitting my face. Farrow and Calvin stand in front of me, looming several inches over my line of sight as music plays and whistles go off.
Something is happening by the bonfire, but I can’t see over the guys to tell what.
“Whoo!” T.C. howls, but I don’t know at what.
Followed by someone behind me. “Hell yeah!”
I try to peer around everyone, but a drink appears over my shoulder, something brown with ice. I glance up at Constin, the flesh of his Green Street scar raised and bumpy. It must’ve hurt.
“It’s not roofied,” he says, still holding it out to me.
Farrow stands next to me, taking a drink out of a beer that’s now magically in his hand. “You’re surrounded by six guys who all have sixty pounds of muscle on you,” he points out. “We wouldn’t need you drugged to get what we want.”
“And you only belong to one of us, anyway,” Calvin adds. “He’ll see you soon. I doubt he wants to waste any of his twelve nights left with you.”
What? Who?
Farrow chuckles as the crowd cheers, but no one says more.
I take the drink without thinking. I want to ask what they mean. Who do I belong to?
But it’s probably no one. It’s clearly a threat, and I’m not going to grace it with my attention. They just want to mess with my head.
I sniff the drink, smelling rum and Coke. And I actually don’t think they’d use drugs to get me into bed, but I have no doubt they’d use them to make me act stupid on video. My parents taught me early. Cameras are everywhere, and people are shitty.
“Besides,” Calvin says in a low voice. “There’s prettier stuff here anyway. Ever hear of fucking lipstick?”
I take a sip of the drink. “I’m sorry you’re not attracted to me. That sucks.”
Someone breathes out a laugh, and Farrow tips back his beer, downing the rest of the bottle. He hands it off to Calvin and then walks to the bonfire, and I’m finally able to see what’s happening.
A naked girl is pressed against a car, a dark-haired guy in black pants grinding against her.
They’re doing that thing I saw last night.
The couple is different, though.
I can’t tell if she’s completely naked, but I spot naked arms, shoulders, and a sliver of bare skin. Way below her hips.
How old is she?
Hunter takes a sip of his drink, his feet propped up on the bumper of his car as the people around him catcall and whistle. He lifts his eyes, watching the show, and I watch him.
Not the show. Him.
He sits there as Farrow pulls off his shirt, taps the other guy on the shoulder, and waits for him to step away, as if he’s being relieved of duty. Moving in, Farrow wraps his body around hers, both of them moving slowly into each other, Hunter’s eyes on them the whole time.
I can’t see her face clearly, but her head falls back, her breath fanning the hair in her face. Hunter watches his friend hold her, and I almost can’t breathe.
He likes it.
I don’t know why it surprises me. He’s not a priest, and I’m always shocked when I realize that. When it hits me that he’s going to be alone with girls. He already has been, I’m sure.
He’s just very private about everything. Not like Kade, who wants everyone to know he just got laid.
I head over to Hunter, leaving Farrow’s crew behind as I traipse across the cold grass. Hunter meets my eyes, seeing me approach, but turns back to the show as he takes another drink.