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Once I’m sure he’s asleep, I crash despite my efforts to stay awake.
Later, when it’s still dark, I wake to someone pulling my hair. At first, I think it’s CJ trying something funny, but then when I hear the sound of a blade cutting through hair, I panic.
“Oops,” Mya whispers, tossing my ponytail at me. “Now you’re even uglier, bitch.”
Gaping down in the darkness, I fumble around until I feel the weight of my bundled hair. Tears well in my eyes for a brief moment before rage has me launching myself her way.
“Touch me again and I’ll hurt the little one,” Mya threatens. “I’ll toss him in the river. Watch him drown.”
I freeze, horrified at the thought of Declan being thrown in the river. “You wouldn’t. Your uncle claimed him as his son.”
“Accidents happen,” she says with a harsh laugh. “Try me. Don’t think I won’t.”
With those words, she slips out of the tent and disappears. I reach up to touch my hair—or lack thereof. It’d fallen into a loose ponytail at the top of my back. She must’ve cut right above the ponytail holder. All my hair is gone. Chopped off by that hateful girl.
I curl up on my sleeping bag, biting back tears. I can’t afford to lose it right now. Getting me and my family out of here is more important than hair. Hair grows back. Family does not.
From somewhere close, I can hear a man whispering soft words as a girl cries. I want to throw up. Poor Sadie. Tom is so…huge and disgusting. Is that why Wyatt and Olivia were with Mya? So he could rape Sadie without an audience?
I dry heave at the thought of him rutting over her. His body odor was always so nauseating, but he really felt like someone who wasn’t totally bad. Maybe I was wrong. I’m apparently wrong about a lot of things.
The thought of Tom and Sadie, naked and having sex, makes for a horrible prelude to more inevitable nightmares.
I wake shivering. My legs are cold, but my neck is warm. Hot even. Ronan kisses my neck, suckling the flesh there as his hand greedily rubs my bare thigh.
Wait.
Jerking my eyes open, I notice a man halfway on top of me in the gray, early morning light, but it’s not my brother.
It’s CJ.
No!
His fingers tug at my panties, roughly jerking them down my thighs. Panic quickly races away as rage explodes inside me. I grab at his hair, yanking him away from my neck.
“Don’t touch me, you sick piece of shit!”
He grunts, shocked at my response, and sits up to glower at me. “What the fuck, Raegan?”
I start to pull my panties back up, but he strikes, grabbing onto my hand to keep me from doing it.
“You smell like goat shit,” I hiss, spittle hitting his face. “Your face is so embarrassing. I’m ashamed to have been matched with you.”
I’m just barking out mean stuff, but it surprisingly strikes him. He winces at my words and frowns.
“Don’t be hateful,” he grunts. “You were attracted to me when we met. You can’t lie.”
“I felt your dick through your clothes,” I continue, voice shaking with anger. “It’s so small. I bet your finger would do a better job of fucking.”
His face flames hot. Good to know. He doesn’t like his dick being ridiculed.
“I’d rather fuck Tom,” I lie. “At least his dick is big.”
CJ’s features contort into a furious expression. “Stop.”
“Or what? You’ll try to fuck me with your stick dick? I bet I’ll fall asleep it’ll be so boring.”
He pounces on me and I cry out in surprise. I struggle against his strong hold. His dick, though bigger than I implied, is half hard and not all that scary.
