until the warmth of his breath brushes against my lips. "But that looks exactly like what you're doing right now."
"Dean." Abel's voice is a warning.
The car slows and then stops completely. Dean's eyes center on mine as he ignores his friend, but Abel's not done. He throws the car into park, reaches out and grabs my arm, earning my attention.
"Tonight was a test," Abel tells me. I arch one brow. Like I didn't already figure that out.
I laugh lightly and shake off his hand as I reach towards the opposite side and pop open the Mustang’s passenger door. I don't get out just yet, though. I let myself settle a little more firmly on Dean's cock, grinding just a smidge to see his reaction. His whole face turns to stone, his smirk vanishing in an instant, leaving only the cruel look in his eyes. The one that makes me want to be a little bit more than reckless—that look in his eyes makes me want to do something absolutely fucking savage.
"I know what you three were trying to pull," I inform them, turning my gaze to encompass the other two. "You rule Eastpoint, right?" I don't wait for them to respond. "And I'm a new girl. I come in. I don't follow the rules. I don't bow down or ask 'how high' when you say 'jump.' That's a problem—but that's your problem, not mine. I'm not going to move when you tell me to. I'm not going to come when you call. I'm not one of your little minions. I'm here because I have nowhere else to go right now." I shrug. "And you could threaten to get me kicked out—hell, I have no doubts that you could follow through, but the thing is—it doesn't matter what you have in that little envelope of yours. There is nothing you could use against me—no blackmail material—to get me to fall in line. Do I want to stay? Maybe. But I don’t follow anyone but myself.”
"We don't need you causing problems," Abel says angrily. His brows are drawn down low over his face as he scowls at me and I know it's because he sees the truth in my eyes.
I shrug. "I'm not causing problems," I say.
"The hell you're not," he shoots back. "You defied us publicly. We can't let that slide."
"You're the ones who demanded obedience without respect," I say.
"Most people would be smart enough to realize when they're overpowered," Brax says quietly from the back. He watches me with eyes that are neither angry nor confused. Instead, there's a curiosity in his gaze. And a small amount of amusement.
I grin his way. "I'm not most people," I say, swinging my leg over Dean's thighs as I climb out of the vehicle. My foot lands on the sidewalk and I clamp a hand over the top of the door as I lean back in. "The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll figure me out."
"There's nothing to figure out," Dean says, finally speaking up after what feels like a long ass silence. His eyes spit fire and determination. "I already know everything about you, little girl."
I bend lower, until my face is close to his. I don't say the words loud enough for the others to hear; instead, I whisper them right against his cheek. "If that were true, then you'd know that I'm no little girl, Dean Carter," I breathe. "I'm a goddamn weapon."
With a snap, I slam the door shut and walk away—feeling the cut of his eyes on my ass the entire way.
17
Dean
"What the fuck is she—"
I cut Abel off before he can finish that goddamn thought. "Drive."
His mouth snaps shut, but I see the way he cuts a look to me out of the corner of his eye. He wants to say something, but he knows this tone. He knows what it fucking means. I stretch uncomfortably, reaching down to adjust my rock hard cock in my shorts. Avalon Manning is fucking dangerous.
When I first saw her, I thought she could be an amusement, but I never expected this. People are already talking about her. A body like that. A smirk like that. An attitude like that. It spells only one fucking thing.
Trouble.
And trouble is not something I need right now.
Abel and Braxton don't say a word for the rest of the drive. I try to think of ways to deal with Avalon. We can’t have her running around doing whatever the fuck she wants, but if