Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Why do you care? You’re not supposed to fucking care.
“Well, well, well, someone’s jealous, isn’t he? Let me give you some advice about my cousin. He might be interested in you now for whatever the fuck reason, but there’s nothing more to it than that. If you’re expecting some kind of relationship with him, all that’ll happen is you’re gonna get hurt.” He winks. “Your marks aren’t even faded on him yet, and he’s already—”
I shove into the house before I can consider the consequences. Cillian stumbles backward, almost falling. His eyes flash with a familiar anger I’m used to seeing from Tiernan and not him, before he’s got me pressed against the wall, his arm against my throat.
“Don’t fucking touch me like that again.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” I say, voice strained from the pressure of his hold. “You don’t do shit without Tiernan’s permission.”
His gaze darkens, showing me that Tiernan isn’t the only one in this house who’s dangerous, but before Cillian can do anything, Tiernan says, “Get off him, Cil.” He doesn’t move right away, his jaw tight. “Did you not hear me? Get the fuck off him.”
He pushes away, and I suck a deep breath into my lungs. Tiernan is coming from the back of the house, with a blonde girl.
“Control your fucking toy,” Cillian snaps.
“I’m not his toy, asshole. Looks like he found one already.”
“Wait. I’m not. We’re not,” the girl sputters.
“I don’t care if you are.” I push off the wall.
“You sure sound jealous to me.” Tiernan winks, then looks at the blonde. “Come on. I’ll walk you out.” I shake my head when he flashes a smile in my direction, but I notice he’s doing nothing to hide the marks I made on his neck.
He says something to her I can’t hear, then a moment later comes back inside.
“You have a good time?” I ask.
He shrugs. “You know me. I’m a sure thing.”
I roll my eyes.
“Don’t let him fool you. He was selling her coke.” Aislin walks down the stairs, wearing sweats that are too big and maybe her brother’s.
“Jesus, Ash. Why don’t you tell him all our fuckin’ business,” Cillian complains.
“It’s coke. Everyone does coke. And I trust him.” She walks over, and I freeze up when she wraps her arms around me in a hug. “Thank you.” Her voice is so soft, I can hardly hear her.
I trust him wrestles around with her thank you in my head. Air gets caught in my lungs. She shouldn’t trust me. Not at all. I’m here to destroy her entire fucking world.
“It’s fine. I said it’s fine.”
“Jesus, get off him, Ash,” Tiernan warns, walking into the living room. Aislin pulls back, both she and Cillian watching Tiernan as if they’re surprised by something.
“Why the fuck are you here?” he asks.
I follow him, Aislin and Cillian doing the same. Tiernan falls into a chair, so I set my backpack down and take a seat on the couch, Aislin beside me, Cillian standing.
My gaze shoots back and forth between Aislin and Cillian.
“You can speak in front of them,” Tiernan assures me.
I can’t help glancing at Aislin again. She cocks her head, looking at me with those green eyes so like her brother’s, the ones that always seem to be searching inside me for something. “Say it, Dean. I can handle it.”
“He’s a fucking rapist,” I spit out. “Michael Jensen.”
“How do you know his name?” Cillian asks while Tiernan goes stiff.
“Because I’m not an idiot and know how the internet works.”
“How do you know…that? The rapist part? We don’t fucking know that,” Cillian adds.
I meet his gaze. He’s never seemed angry with me before, but clearly, I stepped on his toes today and challenged him. Maybe it’s also whatever else Aislin said they’ve been dealing with.
“I guess I’m just better than you.”
“You’re lucky I typically like you.” Cillian cocks a brow at me, but it’s Tiernan who speaks up next, his voice as cold as I’ve ever heard it.
“Tell me everything you know.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tiernan
The last thing I should be focusing on is how close my sister is sitting to him. He said he’s gay, not bi, so I have no reason to feel whatever the fuck this is I feel. That doesn’t stop the urge I have to walk over and pull them apart, though. I’ve never wanted to possess someone the way I do him. I never cared who someone touched or kissed or fucked, but I’d wanted to kill the guy at the bar, and now I’m jealous of my sister. The person I love most in the world.
“You’re not talking,” I say, gripping the arms of the chair and trying to figure out how I can make this feeling go away.
“It was buried pretty deep,” Dean starts.
“If his family has money, you can bury anything with money.”