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He shrugs again, pulling out a small grinder from his pocket and twisting it in his hands. “I told you, it was the only way to get rid of her.”
“Who?” Blake’s voice is low as he stares at Asher.
Asher glances at him for a split second. “Georgia.”
“Like… her parents are part of the clergy Georgia?”
“Fuck.” I laugh. “Is that why they left town?”
Blake leans against Asher’s bike, hanging on to every word Asher says.
“Yeah. She said she couldn’t handle the embarrassment of me sleeping with him. Especially with a man.” He emphasises the last word, making it sound sarcastically absurd. “Then her parents found out and they quietly left town.”
Blake’s head flicks down to the ground, kicking the stones near his boots.
“Shit. Sorry, Ash,” I say and his shoulders raise in reply.
“It doesn’t bother me. I guess for them it was better than being defrocked.”
I smile. Asher is nothing but proud of his sexuality. He’s untouchable when it comes to that.
“Kain.” Blake jerks his chin across the car park where Jordie is nursing a drink, talking to a guy whose jaw is swinging like a rabid dog.
Literally just what I needed to see.
I give them both an exasperated look before striding over to the laughing couple, fists clenching.
“What secrets are we sharing?” I whisper into Jordie’s ear from behind, causing her to squeal and jump to the side, swaying in her new stance.
The scowl she’s already sporting deepens as she takes me in, grimacing when she sniffs in my direction. “None.”
Her eyes are slow and unfocused as they pan around my face.
“Kain Westbrook,” the guy says, surprise present in his voice. I slowly turn my head to study him.
“Viper, go back to wherever you crawled out of this morning,” Jordan huffs with a slur, positioning back in front of me, before flicking her hair over her shoulder.
“Oh, your bedroom?” I grin even though she can’t see me. Her frame visibly freezes before she slowly turns to face me.
“You’re disgusting.”
“No, I’m not. But you know what is disgusting, though? Absolutely filthy…?” She stumbles into me and I steady her, placing my hands on her waist before I continue. “Sucking your stepbrother's cock and walking around with his cum all over that pretty mouth of yours.”
She lets out a scandalised gasp.
“We should probably go home, stepsister.” I grin.
“Ronan, ignore him, he’s literally just out to make my life miserable.” She shouts the last part over her shoulder as she turns back around.
“Right,” he drags the word out, his black eyes bouncing between us. He definitely heard what I said.
Good.
Jordan blows out an exasperated breath. “Fuck off, viper.”
I snake my hands onto her waist and up her corset.
Ronan catches the movement and his brows furrow in concern.
