They’d forgotten it for now, but I knew better than to think it wouldn’t come up again. We’d only been together six months and already had one break up under our belt.
I think my point had been made that it was too soon.
They wouldn’t care, though, so yeah…I was bracing myself for that argument again.
After kissing Houston’s lips gently, I carefully untangled myself from his arms.
He didn’t stir.
Last night, I had an ulterior motive when I broke my ban on sex. I knew they’d take all of their frustrations out on me. I knew they’d wear themselves out in the process. Even I had to fight my sore muscles and the fatigue begging me for a few hours more when I crawled out of bed. I was pressed for time, but when I stood, I couldn’t help but lean against one of the bedposts to watch them sleep.
My bad boy.
My vain princess.
My sad emo.
The three of them slept soundly. Loren had his face buried in Jericho’s neck as he spooned him from behind with a strong arm curled around his naked waist. It wasn’t how they’d gone to sleep, so the two of them must have found each other at some point.
I smiled.
Loren claimed he wasn’t one to cuddle.
Jericho and I had both proven him wrong.
After looking my fill at the three of them in all their naked glory, I turned to shower and dress as quietly as I could. I then tiptoed downstairs, lifted Houston’s car keys from the foyer’s entry table, and made my way to the detached garage.
As I was climbing inside his G-Wagon, I admired Jericho’s green and black bike. Maybe I’d convince him to teach me one day. I also put it on my mental checklist to ask why Loren didn’t have a car and why Houston and Rich never let him drive. To be fair, he never offered, and they seemed to be fine with that.
I plugged his grandmother’s address into my phone’s GPS since I didn’t know my way around yet before pulling out. The device attached to the visor opened both the garage doors and the front gate, so I was on the road just a few minutes later, and nearly an hour later, I’d arrived.
The street was quiet, and the sun wasn’t fully up yet when I climbed out of the SUV with my phone unlocked and in my hand.
Hoping Laine hadn’t forgotten that I was coming this early, I was debating whether to call or simply knock on her door when I heard my name softly spoken.
Apprehension rippled through me before I could even turn to face the person who’d posed my name like a question. I didn’t recognize the petite girl now standing in the driveway.
Where had she come from?
Even in the semi-dark, I could see that she was a few years older even though she looked young. And her hair wasn’t just platinum. It was stark white, a color that could only be accomplished with dye. She had pale skin and piercings in her nose and lips, but what gave me pause wasn’t that I didn’t know her.
It was yesterday’s eyeliner.
I knew because even though she’d applied it with a heavy hand, it had smudged and was starting to fade.
I couldn’t help my frown or care how it would be perceived.
Had she been here all night?
The dark hood she wore over her head didn’t conceal the evil intent in her eyes even as she smiled up at me with her hands behind her back.
“You’re Braxton Fawn, right?”
Only then did I realize I’d never responded.
“Who wants to know?”
She brought her thin arms around, showing me the bat she carried. I backed up a step, but it was too late.
“Emily,” she cheerily supplied. She barely finished speaking her name before she brought the bat up and swung.
The first thing I lost was my feet when the bat connected with my head. I hit the ground with a cry, and that was the last thing I heard when my hearing went next.
I could feel the first crack in my skull and my blood running down my forehead, though. She hit me again and my cheek connected with the concrete with a hard smack. I didn’t question how I could turn my head and see that her lips were still spread.
Emily’s smile never wavered.
It was also the last thing I saw when she took my vision with her third swing. The bat connected and I finally,