Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,106
The greatest assassin in the history of the Bay, the silent and deadly Wolf who has never missed a target.
Lips Anderson.
The Mounty.
The motherfucking Wolf of Mounts Bay.
“The Wolf?!” I sputter and I can’t even feel bad for the way she blanches, because I’m too busy looking for evidence. There’s not that much I know for sure about the Wolf, nothing except the burn scars she has to have thanks to one of my cousins.
When I duck down and look under the table at her legs, Avery kicks me in the shin sharply, but I completely ignore her. “We’re wearing skirts, idiot!”
When I sit back up, Lips is blushing like crazy, and I say, “You took out one of my distant cousins in the Game. His dad was fucking livid and went after you with a blowtorch.”
Lips stares at me for a second and then, with zero remorse, she says, “Yeah. Sorry about that.”
And just like that, I believe her.
I’ve fallen head first into an obsession with the Wolf of Mounts Bay.
There’s nothing left for me to do than just tip my head back and roar with laughter because what the fuck is happening right now? This is not how today was supposed to be going, and I don’t think I can be mad about it. “I can’t believe we were all worried about Joey killing you. If only he knew everything you’ve done. Why didn’t you just sneak into his room and slit his throat while he slept?”
Her eyes are suddenly anywhere but on me, her cheeks pale as she chews on her bottom lip.
Morrison elbows me and growls, “Shut up, asshole, you’re freaking her out.”
Fuck.
Fuck, I’ve let my own complete fucking meltdown freak her out.
She takes a deep breath before looking back up at us, her eyes flitting over each of us like she’s expecting one of us to pull out a knife and I want to fucking scream because I did that to her.
I made her afraid of our reactions.
“I’m at Hannaford to get as far away from that life as I can. I wasn’t a willing participant. I had two choices: play the Game or die at the Jackal’s hands. Everything I’ve done has been to keep myself alive,” she says quietly but firmly, with that same strength that’s been in her from day one.
“I didn’t mean—“ I say, but Avery cuts me off.
“Lips, you should head to class. I’ll meet you there, I need to have a chat with the guys.”
She nods and stoops down immediately to grab her bag, hobbling out of the dining hall as fast as her damaged leg will carry her.
Morrison shifts like he’s going to go after her, and Avery snaps, “Stay right the hell there, Morrison, so we can talk this out.”
He doesn’t even spare her a glance. “She needs help, I’m not just going to leave her—“
“What are you going to do, throw her over your shoulder? She’s armed at all times; that’s the quickest and stupidest way to get stabbed.”
Shit.
Shit, I have to adjust myself discreetly under the table, because there’s nothing quite like hearing the girl you want is both armed and prepared to kill. I grew up in the Bay, so that shit is a big turn on.
I’m fucking doomed.
Morrison huffs, crossing his arms like a petulant child, but Avery just leans back in her seat until she has our full attention. Ash looks completely cut off, nothing but the cold, blank trademark Beaumont mask on his face.
I definitely don’t have my shit locked down that well.
“I spoke to Lips about choosing one of you.”
My stomach drops and I have to swallow around the lump in my throat. Morrison starts fucking twitching in his seat, and I want to snap his hands off.
“She didn’t want to choose. Apparently she’s just as obsessed with the three of you. Personally, I think you’ll all only really work if you’re with the same girl. I’ve said it a million times, but you’re all painfully codependent.”
There’s a beat of silence, because that is absolutely not what any of us were expecting.
Morrison and Ash share a look but my brain isn’t making the same leap theirs clearly are. “What the fuck are we going to do, share her?”
Avery rolls her eyes. “Like you haven’t shared before.”
My teeth clench together. “I’m not talking about some piece of ass that doesn’t matter to us. I’m talking about someone who is family; there’s too much at stake to be playing games.”