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We're forced to watch him with every girl here who isn't the one he's been promised too, and with every new one he moves onto the harder my nails dig into my palms. Of course, I don't want him to be with Mia, but she at least deserves a little fucking respect.
She was fucking you not so long ago. How's that for respect?
I shake the thoughts from my head, wishing I could come up with an excuse to go back up there—mostly for Mia, but also for Sasha's little tin of goodies.
The sun is beginning to descend when she finally shows her face, no longer in her bathing suit but dressed to leave. She marches straight over to Cade, who's sandwiched between two girls. She spits a few words at him, turns, and marches through the backyard and toward the driveway.
Every muscle in my body screams for me to follow her, for her to take me with her away from his hell, but I know I can't. So instead, I remain exactly where I am, as if she hadn't just walked past and reminded me of everything I want…
And can't have.
"Cancel your plans, we've got a job," Cade announces at lunch the next day.
"But we've got classes," I argue. I know it's weak at best, but I refuse to just fall into line because King Cade has spoken.
"So? I’m sure you can find some chick to give you notes."
"Your chick?" I ask, knowing that Mia is in my afternoon class.
His face heats as he stares at me with pursed lips, but he doesn't respond to my question. "We need to be moving in an hour, so get your asses ready." Shoving his still mostly full plate into the center of the table, he pushes from his chair and marches from the room, quickly followed by Ashton and Tim.
"Was that necessary?" Brandon asks, turning his eyes on me.
For some reason, the girls weren't invited to have lunch with us today. It makes me wonder if Cade knew we'd be called.
"What?” I shrug. “She is in my class."
He rolls his eyes, shoves some of his lunch into his mouth and stands. "Come on then," he mumbles around his mouthful. "The king waits for no one."
Ain't that the fucking truth.
Reluctantly, I stand with Alex and Channing and we follow where the others disappeared only minutes ago.
Channing climbs into my car and Alex goes with Brandon, like we did first thing this morning. I watch Alex as he climbs inside, concern trickling through me. Not so long ago he wouldn't have gone anywhere near Brandon's car. But less than two weeks into this life and he seems to be embracing it a little too easily.
"What's the job? Any idea?"
"Nope. Literally could be anything," Channing helpfully answers as he sits back.
"Okay… well, what kind of stuff do you usually do?"
He glances over at me. "You really want the answer to that?"
My lips part to reply, but I stop myself. Do I really want to know?
"Put it this way: all of us have blood on our hands and have plenty of reasons not to sleep at night."
"Great." Exactly what I was expecting. "How do you do it?"
"Other than because we have to?"
"Yeah."
He shrugs. "I dunno. It's hard to explain, but I kinda go someplace else when all that bad shit is going down."
"You're telling me you've got multiple personalities."
"No, yeah, maybe. Fuck knows. The whole thing is fucking screwed up, and you just gotta do what you can to survive."
