August is already shaking his head, not remotely convinced. He’s going to be a severe problem. Once this fuckhead latches on to something, there’s nothing that can change his mind.
“Not a chance. While you and Liam were too busy up each other’s asses about how wrong my Riri is, I was doing work. I called our dads to begin the process, conducting a search so thorough I even know what time she took her first shit after she was born.” The asshat cheeses as he pours himself a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue from the decanter. Raising his glass in the air, he nods, cheers, sips, then says, “I also made sure she got Thomas for her guard and driver.” Our eyes connect as he finishes his drink, slamming it against the end-table. “And you, Rowan, are not going to get in the way. She’s my choice which means she’s off limits to any of your bullshit.”
If looks could kill, August would be a dead man walking. He knows Thomas is the best of the best. There’s no way that girl should have him. I’d planned on choosing him for my choice and was shocked when I saw him driving Emma to school.
Clenching my fists, I signal to Liam that we’ll figure something out together later. Until these two idiots can be trusted to make better decisions, it will be up to us to ensure she doesn’t fuck us. He gives a slight dip of his head for confirmation.
“Okay, so none of us chose Samantha. Rowan, I promise you I thought you were going to pick her. She’s been riding your dick so hard, and you haven’t put-.” Before Liam can finish his statement, I jump in and correct the bullshit. I don’t know how many different ways to make it clear that Sam is nothing more than a job.
Curling my lip, I snarl, “What the hell makes you idiots think I would choose her? She’s a bitch on her best day.”
“Gee, I don’t know, maybe because you had your tongue down her throat after practice the other day while she was stroking your dick,” August snidely remarks, and they all laugh.
These fools. They always think they can get under my skin.
Shaking my head, I say, “By your logic, that would mean I also should choose Ashley. I just nut down her throat before coming here.”
Scoffs and laughter fill the air.
This time it’s Karl chiming in. “Rowan, it’s not how many girls you mess with that made us think that. It’s the fact that you no longer need to sleep with her, but you still do. You still find opportunities to get your dick wet as vile as she is.”
I aim my stare at each of them, making my final point on this subject, “What the fuck ever. I didn’t choose her, so this whole conversation is moot.”
Liam’s face pulls taut. “Rowan, you know her temper tantrum has only begun.”
I rub my hand across the back of my neck. I know he’s right. I can’t bring myself to think about it. A headache is already forming. I might be clenching my teeth too much. Feeling wholly spent on the stupid selection, I shift our focus to why we’re really here.
“Listen,” I say, “we have more important things to discuss. The council is increasing pressure on us to turn up something about the Senator. Where are we on that?”
“I have new information. I finally got some details on who he’s been meeting. I’ve already uploaded it to everyone’s tablets for you all to review in more detail,” Liam states, pulling out the remote, making the walls open up, where a large monitor appears.
Opening up the file, he explains what he’s found on the screen “Our dear Senator has met with a person I think I’ve identified as an undercover FBI agent.”
Fuck!
If our dads find out we were too late, they’ll have our balls. My dad, especially. He’s still pissed about the scene I made about the selection process. If we don’t get a handle on this quickly, we’ll be in serious shit.
“Damn it.” My headache has gone from slight thrumming to a constant pounding, “How long have they been meeting?” I ask him, massaging my fingers against the temple of my olive skin.
Clearing his throat, he replies, “Well, according to what I’ve discovered thus far, this was their first official meeting. They’ve been in talks for the last four months, feeling each other out. The Senator hasn’t given him anything that could implicate the council.”
August’s brows furrow. “Wait. So, has he been meeting with this other organization or the FBI?”
Liam pulls up a picture. It’s the Senator and a middle-aged man who could easily pass for Italian, Hispanic, or even someone multiracial. He has curly mud-brown hair and light green eyes, which appear cat-like. He’s shaking the hand of the Senator from across the table of a high-end restaurant somewhere in D.C. I’m sure Liam knows where, but I can’t tell just from what’s on the screen.
Answering August, Liam states, “Both, only he doesn’t know that he’s meeting with an undercover agent. He thinks he’s meeting with a higher-up member of whatever organization is trying to take us out.”
Stupid power-hungry buffoon. If we don’t get him, I’m sure the other organization will. We need to find out the damn name of this group. We can’t keep flying blind.
“Do we have any leads on the name of this fucking organization?” Karl asks like he’s reading my mind.
“All I know is that their insignia consists of the letters FB and an old Roman helmet. I still haven’t gotten a clear picture of that either.” Liam sounds more frustrated than usual. I can’t blame him. He’s been at it for months and still can’t turn up anything on this FB group.
I sigh, “Okay, boys, let’s get to work. We can worry about a wife once we handle this shit.”
If we don’t, there won’t be a need for a wife because our fathers will murder us.
EMMA
The week started on a high note, but the end of the week could eat a bag of sore oozing dicks.
I can’t believe the bullshit that took place yesterday. Better believe as soon as I left school, I grilled Thomas, and then when I got home, I grilled Alex. Neither conversation provided me with the outcome I wanted. I’m still very much in the running to be Mrs. Stick Up Their Asses.
Kicking my locker shut with more force than necessary, causing it to make a loud bang, I skulk toward sixth period. I’ve ignored every message Karl and August sent, both individually and in the group chat. I’ve read every filthy thing they wrote, but they can stew. I’m angry and annoyed. I don’t feel much like talking at the moment, not even in response to their flirty banter.
I barely arrive when I feel my hair yanked back, my body on alert, ready to react when I crash against a hard chest.
“You’ve been bad, Angel of mine. I don’t much care for being ignored,” Karl croons, his words caressing the shell of my ear. Tingles bunch at the base of my spine, firing signals to my nipples, and they rise like the sun.
He pulls me into a corner next to my Civics class, never loosening the hold he has on my hair, and each tug makes the pulse in my neck beat harder.
Pulling hair, definite pussy defibrillator.
I feel the press of something press against the raised peaks of my breasts. Flicking my gaze, I see the light reflecting off a sharp point.
“Is that a fucking knife?” My head goes light as the blood tries to leave my vagina and back to my brain.
Move bitch! I jerk forward. Karl releases my hair and wraps the expanse of his palm across my throat, closing his fingers around my neck.
How the fuck do these guys keep catching me by my damn throat? Note to fucking self NO MORE corners.
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Shh shh shhh, calm yourself, Angel. If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done that weeks ago.”
“Right, because holding a knife to my tits screams, ‘I’m safe with you,’” I grunt. Obviously, a knife can’t stop my smart mouth.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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