Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Candi swipes the bra off the table and shoves it into her lap as if she can hide it. The guys sitting around the table chuckle. Normally I wouldn’t have them in here for this, but almost every man around this table had had some part in raising my little sister.
“Sister?” I hear Candi whisper-hiss at her friend.
“Didn’t she tell you?” Candi shakes her head but doesn’t look up at me. The same pink that painted her delicate cheeks earlier is back, and the knowledge that her tits must be just as colorful makes my mouth water. “Kind of a shitty friend not to tell her that your brother is the club president.”
“Dad is the fucking president,” Molly argues, only falling silent when I point to the patch on my cut.
“What are you doing here, Molly?” Her jaw snaps shut. Stubborn as always. “You have almost three months of school left before you graduate. You didn’t bother to come home during Spring Break. Why are you here now?”
Candi shifts in her seat but doesn’t answer the questions directed at my sister.
“Tell me,” I seethe leaning over the table in intimidation.
Every pair of eyes at the table volleys between myself and the brat at the other end. Well, every man but my idiot brother. His eyes are hyper-focused on Candi’s heaving chest and the pinpoints of her nipples.
“Where is Dad?” Molly demands.
“Oh shit,” TJ whispers before he gets up and walks out. He never was able to handle her emotional outbursts, and I know without a doubt that the shit is about to hit the fan.
“He’s dead,” I answer. There’s no emotion in my voice. The sting of what I was forced to do evaporated long before my father’s body was cut down from the rafters a little over a week ago.
“He’s not,” she argues. “He can’t—”
Her eyes snap to my VP, and all he has to do is give a simple nod of confirmation before she begins shaking.
“Y-you killed him?” Molly doesn’t really have to ask. She’s well aware of the rules and what it takes to get this patch on my chest.
“He’s gone,” I repeat, my eyes casting over to Candi before going back to my sister. I’m glad she’s here. I don’t trust her enough to say anything in front of her, and Molly is aware that once she’s dismissed from this room, the topic is never going to be brought up again. She may be a spoiled child, but she’s a Raven through and through. She knows the rules, and for the most part, she sticks to them.
“You didn’t think I needed to know my father is dead?” she screams rising to her feet. “You didn’t think I’d want to know?”
Briar grabs her before she can come around to my seat. The anger in her eyes is palpable, and I know if my VP releases her she’ll try to scratch my eyes out.
“You’ll go back to school tomorrow,” I insist as Briar wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up.
“You can kiss my ass, Prez.” She spits my title like it’s poison on her tongue.
Hornet opens the chapel doors just as Briar reaches them, and they disappear down the hall.
“Leave us,” I command.
The rest of my council stands and exits the room without another word, leaving Candi trembling in her seat, jolting as if she’s been shot when the door slaps closed.
“What’s your name?”
“Candi,” she answers immediately.
“What’s your real name?” I clarify, slamming my hand down on the table when she opens her perfect little mouth to lie to me again. “Don’t test me. Name now.”
“Zoe,” she whispers, her eyes still trained on the bra in her hands. “Zoe Clark.”
“Zoe,” I whisper letting the word play on my lips before catching myself. “Why are you here?”
“I came with Molly.”
“Why is Molly here?”
She shrugs before answering. “I’ve always wanted to come here. She finally agreed to bring me.”
“You didn’t know I was her brother?”
Her eyes snap to mine. “No, I swear. I didn’t know she really knew anyone here. Then we walked in, and Briar and TJ walked up, and she knew the guy’s name at the fence. When she disappeared down the hall with Briar, I was freaked out because some guy blew pot smoke in my face and asked me if I wanted to have a good time. I freaked out and went looking for her. I found you and umm... well you know what happened after that.”
“I ate your pussy better than any man has before,” I simplify.
Her shoulders lift in another shrug. The dismissive action heats my blood and is almost enough for me to force her out of her seat and devour her until she begs for mercy, but something about what she said—
“Where did Briar take my little sister?”
Her eyes narrow, and I regret not hiding the irritation in my voice.