Prologue
Liv
Seventeen
“Daddy! I don’t need a chaperone!”I erupt as I watch Damon-fucking-La Rue stride up the front walkway decked out in a black tux.
“He’s not a chaperone, baby, he’s your date.” My father tries to spin his devious little deception in a different direction.
“I don't want a date. I am purposely going to the prom without a date!”
“That just isn't right. You need a date for your senior prom.”
“No one is taking a date. We’re all going as friends.” If I didn’t just pay an arm and a leg to get my hair done, I would pull it out. I love my father, I really do, but sometimes he does shit that boggles my mind. Like hiring one of his best friend’s sons to take me to the prom. He must think I’m the biggest loser. This is a nightmare.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.You will ruin your makeup.
“Hey, hey!” Damon bounds through the front door without even knocking. “Ready to get your party on?”
“With you? No.” I drop that little bomb right in his lap.
“What crawled up your—?”
“Breaker,” my father cuts him off.
“Skirt. I was going to say skirt.”
“Sure you were,” my dad grunts.
“I swear.” Damon’s wicked smile completely gives him away. He so was not.
“Look, I hate to break the news to you, but I don’t need a date. Sorry you went to all the trouble.” I wave my hand at him, meaning the tux and all.
“You already have a date?” Damon is confused.
I say no at the same time my father says yes.
“Yes, she has a date, and it’s you.”
“Daddy!” I’m at my wit’s end.
“Baby, you aren’t going to the prom alone. So, it’s either with Breaker or not at all.”
The man is impossible. Stubborn to the bone.
“I’m not a little girl anymore. Can you stop treating me like one?”
“You will always be my little girl.” My burly biker father places his hands on my arms. He tried to touch my face before, and I nearly bit his finger off. This face took nearly an hour to make up.
“Aww, how sweet,” Damon coos.
Disaster, I tell you. A fucking disaster.
“Couldn’t you have at least paid Ky? He’s less annoying.”
“Ouch.” Damon stabs himself in the chest. “Ky enlisted in the military. He left for boot camp already. So you're stuck with me.”
“Fantastic.” I throw my arms up.
