Page 24 of The Art of Kissing


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Raven

For a moment,I just stand there, watching the video in shock. Then I realize that I’m watching a video of my aunt getting groped and slobbered on by some rando and yank my eyes off the screen.

“Dude, I think I just went blind,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands.

“So, I’m taking that as a that’s-for-sure-not-your-uncle, then,” Jax states, pocketing his phone.

I bob my head up and down and lower my hands. “Yeah, that’s definitely not him. My uncle’s hair is black, and that guy on the video looks way younger.”

Weirdly, Jaxon smiles. “This is perfect.”

I gape at him. “That my aunt’s having an affair? I mean, I don’t really care, but I don’t know why it’s perfect.”

Jax looks over my shoulder. About a second later, I feel an arm drape around my shoulders as Hunter steps up beside me with a similar smile as Jax’s on his face.

“It’s perfect because it gives us blackmail material to get your pretty little ass permanently out of that house.” He looks delighted by this. Even Jax does.

“So, you want to use this video to force my aunt to let me move out?” I question, and they nod. I sigh. “As lovely as that sounds, I don’t think it’ll be that easy since my uncle makes most of the decisions, and he’s already said I have to live with them until I’m eighteen.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Hunter insists. “You give someone a good enough reason to make something happen and they will. We’re gonna use this video to make your aunt convince him. We just need to make sure she feels backed into a corner.”

“I guess it could work.” Although, I have this feeling that it won’t be that easy. “You guys do seem like the kind of guys who could easily make someone feel backed into a corner.”

A smirk spreads across Hunter’s face. Even Jax looks a bit cocky in that moment.

“Oh, we definitely are, baby.” Hunter keeps on grinning while Jax chuckles. “You’ll see that at school tomorrow—just how scary we are and how much people fear us.” He pulls me closer to him then turns us toward the front door. “They’re going to fear you, too. Just you wait. Shit like what happened on the bridge won’t happen again.” He pulls open the front door.

“We just need to figure out who did it to her,” Jax adds as we step outside. Then he turns to lock up the door.

“What are you guys going to do to them when you figure out who it is?” I wonder, looking up into the night-kissed sky.

The neighborhood is quiet and lit up by lampposts and porch lights, and the air smells of a chilly night full of possibilities.

Hunter laughs darkly. “Break them apart.”

I glance at him, and he flashes me an innocent smile.

“What?”

I eye him over. “You’re going to beat them up?”

“Nope. That’d be way too easy.” He tugs me with him as he starts down the front porch steps.

Jax moves up to the side of me and stuffs the house keys into his pocket. Then he takes my hand. Hunter still has his arm draped around me, so it’s a little weird, but I’m not about to pull away from either of them. Truthfully, I feel safe. Like, safer than I have felt in a long time.

“We’re going to break their lives apart,” Jax states, his fingers briefly stiffening in mine. “We’re also going to do everything in our power to make this game stop before it can even get started.”

I look at him. “How are you going to do that?”

He lifts a shoulder as we hike down the path toward the driveway. “I’m not sure. We need to see who we’re working against first, and then go from there.”

I scrunch up my nose. “I don’t want you guys getting hurt.”

Jax gives my hand a squeeze. “We’ll be okay.”

“You promise?” I ask worriedly.

His lips tug into a half-smile, and then he hitches his pinkie with mine. “I pinkie promise.”

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