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“You don’t have to worry, babydoll. This room is great.” I take her hand and pull her to the bed, sitting with her and trying to figure out how to talk to her about my name, my eventual profession, and what it might mean for her. It’s a lot.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is small.
“What?” I turn to her so fast my neck cracks. “Why are you sorry?”
“I’m the reason you got arrested. Trent has it in for me and my grandma. I don’t know why, but he’s just--” She shrugs. “Fixated on ruining my chance here. And because of that, he came after you.” Her eyes water.
Does she even know what a goddamn perfect angel she is? That she could ever think this was her fault is beyond me. She’s done nothing wrong.
“Listen to me closely.” I cup the back of her neck, her skin warm and soft. “This isn’t your fault. Trent is a bully who thinks having his lacrosse buddies around to do his bidding means he can get away with whatever he wants. He’s too dumb to understand that I’m perfectly capable of burying him where no one will ever find the body.”
She winces.
“But I won’t,” I hurry along. “I have no intention to do any of that. But his father knows the truth. That’s why he told Trent to lay off you. But Trent, once again, is an idiot. That little stunt this morning with the gun got him onto Nick’s radar.”
“I don’t want to be on Nick’s radar ever.”
I shake my head and pull her into my lap. “You’re not getting it, babydoll. You’re with me. You may not be Davinci, but you’ve got my protection, and the protection of my entire family.” I can smell her lotion, sweet vanilla. “Anyone hurts you, they answer to me. Anyone bothers you, they answer to me. Nick will protect you with his life, just the same as I will.”
“With your life?” she whispers.
“Yes.” I kiss her cheek. “But lucky for me, you’re not trouble. You do what you’re supposed to do. Go to school, help your grandma, stay away from bad boys like me. You’re a good girl. Aren’t you?” I slide my hand to her waist and beneath her shirt so I can touch her soft skin. “Are you a good girl, Evangeline?”
“Y-yes.” She trembles at my touch, and I nuzzle her neck.
“You are except for me, isn’t that right?” I run my teeth along her throat. “Because you like this bad boy. You want to be my good girl.”
“Yes.” She clutches my arm.
“You’re my girl.” I kiss her gently, then open my mouth and taste her, sucking her tender skin between my teeth. “Say you’re mine, babydoll.”
She lets out a gasp and squirms in my lap. “I’m yours.”
I cup one of her soft tits, squeezing it through her T-shirt as I kiss up her jaw.
“Mmmm,” she breathes. “That escalated quickly.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” I take her mouth and lay her down on the bed, my soul hungry for hers, and my body needing to feel her heat.
