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Lik grew up with one brother before their dad passed away, and they are both completely crazy. There is never a second of silence at their house, especially since their mom remarried and they now have two stepsisters. They’re loud, happy, and a little deranged, making them a great family.
I grew up with a murderer for a dad who worked for a dangerous man. Silence has always been my biggest ally, my support, my comfort. In doubt, always stay silent.
And doubt is clouding my mind right now. Confusion, anger, longing for a simpler life. It’s all there, keeping me quiet until it all subsides.
“That floor cost you a fortune,” he says, and I understand he’s repeating his trail of thoughts. “I can’t believe you ruined it because of the princess.”
“Stop calling her that,” I say as I get up. I walk to the fireplace and grab my pack of cigarettes resting on the shelf above it. “She hates it.”
“I know.”
We both pause. Me mid-pulling a cigarette out of the pack, him on his way to me. He raises an eyebrow and shows me his dimple with half a smile. I run my knuckles along my jaw as we both process what we said.
How does he know?
Why do I care that she hates it?
“Why do you care?” he asks.
“How do you know?” I deflect.
“Billie told me. They happen to not be besties, so she wasn’t the happiest to hear that she’s back and going to Silver Falls Community College.”
Billie is his stepsister. Her dad married Lik’s mom. Her dad is also the head of their gang, the North Shore Crew.
I nod, appreciating his honesty.
“Your turn, my sweet honey pie,” he smiles. He knows I hate pet names, and he takes pleasure in finding the most ridiculous ones.
“I don’t care. I just don’t want her angry.”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “If we don’t want her angry, what was all that for? She seemed pretty pissed to me.” He points behind him with his thumb as if they were still there.
“Thatwas me trying to get under her skin. We don’t want her angry, because angry Rose gets out of control. We want control, and for that, we want herweak,not angry.”
“Looks like you’ve got your master plan all figured out, baby.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Just don’t let the princess get underyourskin. Because every time I look at that bullet on our beautiful floor, I–”
“Malik.” My voice grows darker, and the use of his full name makes him stop talking right away. I put my pack of cigarettes back down, take one step toward him and watch him gulp. “I said stop calling her that.” He nods and takes a step back. “What’s wrong?” My menacing smile makes him twist his hands together and drop his gaze. “Someone’s gone awfullysilent.”
He looks up and back down right away. I walk to him slowly. There’s no need to rush when I know I already got him right where I want him. I put a hand on his cheek, the tip of my fingers skimming his ear and my thumb on his lips. I run it across the top, then the bottom, and watch him shudder.
“Why do I need to tell you not to use that nicknametwice?” I pull his bottom lip down with my thumb. “What happens when you don’t listen, Lik?” I run my thumb against his lip again. “Tell me,” I order.
“I…” His voice is trembling slightly, and it goes right to my dick.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I get…um. I get pinned to the floor and…fucked.”
“You forgot something,” I insist.
His eyes come up, locking with mine. “Raw,” he breathes out weakly.
“That’s right.” I grab his already erect dick through his pants and squeeze. He grunts and his hands come up to grip my chest. “So do you want to go to the floor willingly, or should I help?”
He doesn’t move, because he loves it too much when I force him. So, I grab the back of his neck and push him to the floor. Lik is a strong man—he doesn’t go down easy, especially when it comes to his alter ego,Kill—but when it comes to me, he can’t compare. He crumbles like a house of cards and ends up on all fours.
“Did you do it on purpose?” I ask as I grab his red slacks and pull them down in one harsh movement. I didn’t bother unbuttoning them, making the button pop and the zipper rip. He’ll hate me for it later; Lik loves his clothes. He’s got a style for everything.
