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Ezra was lifting weights when I walked out of the locker room in my gym clothes. He grunted and set his bar aside, sitting up on the bench as I made my way toward him. He arched a brow at me. “You looked both pleased and aggravated,” he commented.
“Fucking Lillian,” I muttered, leaving it at that.
He snorted. “How’s that even happen? She’s not even around, bro. You don’t even see her until Friday.”
I sighed and began stretching. “Saw her while I was at the park today,” I told him. “Fucking couldn’t keep my hands off of her.”
His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “She that enticing to you, Amadeus?”
I grunted. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.” I shook my head. “I’m going to get her out of my system, Ezra. And then, I’ll let her family and mine know she won’t work for me, that she’s been touched before. It’ll get them off my back, and I can easily forget about her.”
The words tasted bitter in my mouth as I spoke them.
I tried to ignore the pulsing, red-hot anger that punched through me at the thought of the punishment she might receive. But that wouldn’t be my problem anymore. Right now, she was mine. When I got rid of her, she should be out of my system and no longer my fucking concern.
I wouldn’t—couldn’t—marry a woman of the church, a woman my parents approved of. It went against the grain of who I was. Marrying her, no matter how obsessed I was with her, would only please my father.
And I lived to piss him off.
“That’s fucked, man.”
I shrugged carelessly, hoping Ezra couldn’t see through the bullshit I was spewing. Maybe if I said it enough, I could get my mind on track, too. “Not my problem.”
He barked out a laugh. “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.” He sighed and laid back again. “Hurry up and finish stretching so we can up my weight and you can spot me.”
I rolled my eyes but finished stretching in silence before adding weight to his bar and moving behind him to be his spotter.
But the entire time I was working out, I couldn’t get Lillian’s tears out of my mind. She’d looked so pretty. So fuckingdevastating. And goddamn, I wanted to taste those tears. I wanted to see her pretty face wrecked with them.
Friday.
I needed to at least fucking taste her on Friday night. Otherwise, I was going to lose my fucking mind. She was twisting me up and turning me inside out.
My mind was out of control.
And just to think, all of this shit was over a goddamn church-going, too-sweet-for-her-own-damn-good blonde girl that looked fucking beautiful when she was crying.
ChapterFive
Lillian
Iwas a nervous wreck. Friday had come too fast, and now, I was staring at my plain brown flats, listening as my father told me what to do and how to act to make sure I secured Amadeus’s attention and made him want to marry me.
News flash for him: Amadeus already had a plan, and I was positive it didn’t include marrying me.
His words still twisted around in my head, drowning my father out, though I managed to nod at the appropriate times—somehow. It was a miracle I didn’t get my hair snatched out by being absolutely clueless as to what he was saying.
“That’s right, little blondie. I’ll break you, twist you, mold you into the little slut I want you to be before I release you back to the wolves that reside in the church.”
A chill raced down my spine. I had a bad feeling in my gut that whatever Amadeus planned to do to me, he was going to start tonight. And I wasn’t ready for that. I wouldneverbe ready for whatever he planned to do to me.
No man part of the church—the kind my parents liked to be part of—would ever be kind.
They were hungry. Ravenous for fresh blood. And to a man like Amadeus, I was the freshest blood that had rolled into his life. My father was dangling me in front of him, and even though Amadeus wasn’t here yet, wasn’t standing in front of me yet, I could still feel the danger and darkness that lurked inside of him.
Even as I tried to figure out what Amadeus had planned, tried to think of what was going to happen, nausea rolled through my stomach, and panic made my chest tighten, made it hard to suck air into my lungs.
The doorbell ringing jerked me out of my head. I snapped my head up, the urge to run racing through my veins. But where in the world was I going to go? It was either face Amadeus or face Father.
