Blood is always fucking running away when I know that he wants me. I see the lust in his beautiful violet eyes, his shallow breathing, and then he walks away.
Then, don’t get me started.
What I absolfuckinluty hate and I don’t get is that at times, he caves, treats me amazingly, and of fuckincourse we make love.
Then after, Blood fucking acts plain stupid.
As if he regrets it.
Is Blood that fucking scared of my brothers?
That’s fucking absurd.
I’m not a fucking little girl.
What the fuck!
I know that my brothers have Blood in high esteem, especially Death; they’re fucking close.
War didn’t have an issue having Blood take Autumn and me everywhere we wanted when he was prospecting. So that means that War, the Prez, my brother trusts and likes him, right?
Blood was so fucking sweet when he did. So damn patient, and he always helped when I asked him. My favorite is when he helped me learn to play the guitar. Then, he showed Autumn and me to shoot the Glock per the Prez orders.
“Wynter, are you ready,” Autumn asks, walking into my room.
“Yeah, I have a long list; what about you,” I ask, pulling my hair through the scrunchie, turning to look at my sister.
She looks so damn happy.
But why?
“Oh yeah, I want to get two or three outfits to wear to our birthday party,” Autumn's lips turn up; her smile is fucking huge as she looks at her cell phone.
“Who in the fuck are you texting,” I ask, walking over to look over her shoulder. I see the message, raising my eyebrows.
Text ~ When can I see you?
“A guy I met,” Autumn says, closing her eyes, twirling around.
“Who in the hell is he,” I ask, furrowing my forehead.
I don’t remember her meeting anyone.
What the fuck?
“He’s a fucking badass,” Autumn says, twirling her hair staring at the cell phone.
“Tell me,” I squeal, glaring at my sister.
“He’s so fucking hot, and I can’t wait to see him again,” Autumn says, looking at her cell.
“Well, what’s his name,” I ask, wondering who, in the hell it is.
I don’t remember Autumn talking to any brother or her talking to any random strange.
“I’m going to invite him to our birthday party,” Autumn says, nodding.
“Okay, who in the hell is he: Tell me! I tell you everything about Blood and me,” I snarl, resting my hands on my hips.
