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As the cool evening breeze blew the curtains of my small room, I lay on the bed, my notebook laid open in front of me on a blank page. Gripping my pen, I started to write.
Hey, Emma. Well, it happened. I survived my first day at Shadow Hill Institute, and let me tell you, it was as hellish as I’d imagined.
My first class was an utter disaster. I was late. Just a tiny bit, really, but it might as well have been hours with the way Father Bridge went on. He singled me out in class and made me do stupid role-playing to prove his point. I was ready to punch his gorgeous face.
I know I’m going on about this, but there’s something about Father Bridge... I can’t put my finger on it. He’s a priest, but every time he’s around, my heart does this weird fluttery thing. Don’t laugh, Em. It’s frustrating as hell, but you should see him in his nerdy glasses. Every girl in class wants to hump him, basically.
It happens around all three of the Fathers.
Oh, and you’ll get a laugh out of this. I was on cleaning duty, scrubbing the floor, and guess who was behind me, checking me out as I stayed there on hands and knees.
Father Bridge got a hard-on! Can you believe how horny these priests are?
Anyway, I miss you and wish you were here with me. I miss our coffee dates and endless chats. You know, we used to dream about escaping, about getting a place to share like we talked about.
I paused, finding myself lost in memories of our shared dreams, the promise of a life away from my stepdad. A home that we could call our own, where we’d live as we pleased.
Maybe it’s not too late, Em. Maybe once I get out of here, we could... I don’t know, give getting our own place a shot. Because, in truth, I have no home to return to once I’m released. I’ll be homeless until I find a new job.
I’m still devastated my stepdad blamed me for his drugs and got me in trouble. I knew he hated me, but what he did is unforgivable.
As the words stared back at me, anger came over me, followed by a longing for Emma. I missed having her to talk to so badly, and I wanted my stepdad to suffer.
I tucked the pen into the notepad and slipped them under the mattress. Rolling onto my back in the light glow of the lamp and staring at the ceiling, I wondered if I could even get my old jobs again but knew the answer to that.
My heavy sighs broke the silence in the room.
Bridge
Islouched in the dim light of my bedroom, my eyes drawn to the screen of my laptop I’d been working on, but my mind kept drifting to Katerina.
Getting her out of my head was impossible, especially with the image of her on hands and knees, with that round ass in the air seared onto my brain. Of her rocking back and forth, her skirt slipping up and showing her pale-blue cotton panties. Fuck, they looked so innocent on her that all I wanted to do was rip them off her and lick her slick pussy.
My cock strained, and I swore when she glanced at me over her shoulder with that evil grin, it took every inch of strength not to make her pay for her game. Then she walked past me as I waited with bated breath. If she had made one move on me, I would have had her up against the wall in seconds, tearing those panties off. Then I’d show her what teasing really meant.
Fuck. I groped my cock, which was hard as a rock. I’d already jerked off tonight, but it made no difference. Something about Kat just set me off, as no other girl had done before. Her beauty captivated me, and her fiery personality was a challenge I needed. I loved how she stood up to me, and her determination to get back at me was fucking hot.
I’d tried, God, how I tried to forget about her, but my thoughts were obsessed.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I closed my eyes, yet she was there. Scrubbing. Bending. Teasing.
With a big, heavy inhale, I strolled out of my room, unable to stand it a second longer. Before I knew it, I stood outside her bedroom, hearing the soft breaths of deep sleep.
I craved her. The hunger was chewing at my insides. It was the last thing I needed, considering our fucked-up situation.
My life had spiraled out of control as a skilled computer programmer after one damned encrypted file destroyed everything for me. I’d seen what I shouldn’t—wrong place, wrong time bullshit.
I found a hit list by the local gang, all the names of every member, every fucking detail that could have put them away for life. Until they tracked me down… I destroyed the evidence immediately, but that didn’t matter to Jonas, the king of the Bloods gang.
The fucker promised he’d slice my head off, as well as Mason’s and Logan’s for being with me when Jonas caught up with me. Not that my friends needed any introductions. They’d had enough run-ins with the Bloods to be known in New Orleans and weren’t exactly on good terms with the cops. So, we were on our own.
Here we hid as damn priests until our time to strike came. Despite all that shit, I was losing my mind over a girl who had no idea of the danger surrounding us. She didn’t need to know since we’d leave soon enough. Mason was working on a solution for us—he’d always been the mastermind. So, what harm would it be if we had a bit of fun in the meantime?
The weight of restlessness pressing on my chest was unbearable. I needed to do something. Anything. The dark, compulsive part of my mind wouldn’t let me leave. It whispered I followed through with seeing her. I shook my head slightly, then turned the knob and pushed the door open. There were no locks on the bedrooms in the institute, which was why I’d once woken up with one of the girls in my room one night, completely naked and begging for me. I wasn’t interested in any of them, so I swiftly gave her the clothes to put back on and sent her packing.
But Katerina did something to me I never expected—she got under my skin.
Entering the room, I stepped closer to Katerina.
