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“Or I’ll have a little chat with your mom about the way you’ve been throwing yourself at me.” He smirks like he’s remembering all the times we’ve been pressed up against each other in inappropriate ways.
“You...” I start to explode at the top of my lungs, before I remember what I’m fighting with him about, and where, and I lower my voice. “You asshole. Me throwing myself at you? You know it’s the other way around.”
“Who do you think she’ll believe?”
An angry flush stains my cheeks. “Emotional blackmail? Really?”
“Whatever gets me what I want.”
“And that is?”
A smile slides across his handsome face. “The sweet pleasure of tormenting you.”
So much for the other day when we almost felt like friends. I guess what he really wanted was to beat someone up. “Stay classy, asshole.”
He grabs my arm and yanks me back to him. I practically fall against his muscled chest, and I have to pull my palms back from his rock-hard abs. Jesus Christ, the man is stacked. When I’m at school, all he must do is work out.
“Now, now, Bambi,” he says with a menacing smile. “You wouldn’t want your mother finding out about how you shoved your tits at me in my car and begged me to screw you.”
A cold fist grips my heart. As much as Mom seems to dislike Laz, she’d believe him, not me. “I hate you.”
“I hate you harder.” The way he growlsharderin my ear has my toes curling against the cold tiles.
Laz finally lets go of me and walks away, and I take deep breaths as I stare at his broad back, trying to calm my fury.
I’ll only be here a few months. Just a few more months, but I might not make it that long. I might murder my stepfather in his sleep.
“Mia?” Rieta has come in from the pool and she frowns at the expression on my face. “Is everything okay?”
Nothing in my life is okay, but I force a smile for my sister. “I’m fine. Just chatting with Laz.”
“Do you want to come over to my house and watch TV?”
Normally I would love that. Rieta’s place is just a few streets away, and her husband won’t be home for hours. He works late all the time. “Thanks, but I have to get ready for work.”
“Are you sure you should be working these shifts? Mom says some nights you don’t get home until two in the morning. It’s a weird coffee bar that makes you work so late.”
I glance guiltily at my sister, but she’s digging in her purse for her car keys. It’s not a suspicious question, just an idle remark.
With a shrug, I say, “It’s near a college. Lots of students studying late and they need frappés.”
“Oh. Okay then, have fun. I’ll talk to you soon.” Rieta kisses me goodbye and then heads for the front door, calling, “Bye, Mom. Bye, Lazzaro.”
Neither of them answers her.
I take a swig of water directly from the jug in the fridge and wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist, reliving the latest hate-filled moments with Laz.
Don’t store the way he growledharderin your spank bank.
But as I climb the stairs to my room to take a shower, I’m already mentally filling out a card with every detail about Laz’s pitch and the expression on his face to file away in a shimmering cabinet underSick Bitch Daughter Gets Pounded By Her Stepdad.
5
Laz
It’s perfect.
Everything about it is perfect. The shop. The palatial showroom. The six bays for servicing cars. The huge storage area. The staffrooms. The huge shady trees out front that would keep the heat off on hot days.
