Bully King - J.A. Huss Page 0,16

“You sure about that? You’re flashing your pussy at everyone right now. Those shorts you’re wearing?” He winces, then holds his thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart. “Little bit too short for the over-the-shoulder carry, sweetheart.”

I struggle and squirm in Cooper’s embrace. “What?”

“Ax.” Cooper’s voice is loud and commanding. “Don’t rile her up. We’re almost there.”

“Well, she is flashing her pussy. Not something nice girls are known for.”

“I am not!”

“Take off your shirt, Ax.”

“What?” He laughs.

“Take off your shirt.” Cooper is growling. He’s in a very bad mood. And he’s starting to tire from carrying me, huffing a little more with each step. He might be big and muscular—yes, he is definitely big and muscular—but you can’t carry a hundred twenty pounds over your shoulder for this long without feeling it. “And drape it over her fucking ass so no one can see her damn pussy.”

Oh. My. God. “Can you please stop talking about my private parts like I’m not even here?”

Lars chuckles in front.

But Ax’s face goes serious. “I’m not taking off my shirt. Lars, you do it.”

A few seconds later someone’s shirt goes over my ass, Cooper readjusts his grip on me, and the whole thing starts to feel very… stupid.

“Can you just put me down? I’ll walk. I’ll go wherever you want.”

“Fuck you, Cadee.” Cooper’s words are low. And final. Like this is the last thing he’s going to say to me. Ever.

And everyone goes quiet after that.

Finally, after what seems like forever, we’re at the marina. He carries me all the way down the dock, under the canopy of his slip, and then jumps into his flashy red speedboat.

With me still over his shoulder.

“Ughhhh,” I moan. Because that hurt! My ribs are so sore.

Then he flips me over so fast my head spins, and before I can find anything to hold on to, I tumble over and land on the floor.

Lars and Ax stand over me while Cooper starts the boat. And before I can even get back on my feet, he’s backing the boat out of the slip.

“Sit down, Cadee,” Ax seethes. “Now. And I’m only gonna warn you once. If you do something stupid, like jump out of the boat? I will go in after you. And trust me, you won’t enjoy what comes next.”

I fall to the side—right into Lars. And his very muscular bare chest. He wraps his arms around my middle and plops down on a long bench, pulling me into his lap.

I elbow him in the neck and scoot over, getting as far away from them as possible.

Then I hear screaming on the docks behind us and… what the hell?

Lars laughs. “Looks like Mona got kidnapped today too.”

And sure enough, one of those weird, hulking bodyguard men who are always following Mona Monroe around is carrying her to a boat as well.

We lock eyes for the briefest of moments, but… I see it. I see inside her in that moment.

She nods to me.

I nod back.

We’re both part of something beyond our control.

CHAPTER SEVEN - COOPER

The boat is loud and the engine whines as I increase the throttle. I have five fucking minutes to get her in that room and send my father a picture and I’m not going to make it.

I wish I could say I didn’t care. I wish I could say he can’t control me like this.

But it would be a lie.

We’re crossing the lake going ninety and the water is a little bit choppy, so we bounce into the waves. Cadee squeals each time. Lars and Ax are yelling. Enjoying themselves.

Why can’t I let it roll off me the way they do? Why do I always get so invested in things?

This is all part of his plan. I don’t know what his end game is yet, but everything about this day is part of his plan.

Maybe he’s infatuated with Cadee?

I mean, she’s not bad-looking. She’s actually kinda… cute. I guess. Not sultry and dark like Mona. Not confident and bitchy like Isabella. Who, by the way, I need to get in touch with about dinner tonight. Cadee’s not even really bookish and quiet the way… well, I’m sure High Court has some bookish, quiet girls around here somewhere. I just don’t know their names.

Cadee is a little mixture of all three.

She has lived through some dark times. No doubt. I’ve seen that first-hand.

And she’s got a mouth on her when you piss her off. So even though she pretends to be all bookish and quiet—spying