“Better have soap.”I point at the bathroom.“You burn that room to the ground, Hudson.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Salt the earth.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And find out whose dick that was and ban him from ever coming within fifty feet of me again.”
The entire room goes, “Yes, ma’am,” in ragged unison.
Legend kisses the top of my head as he carries me out of the chaos.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.
And somehow, even covered in Sharpie and glory-hole trauma, I feel it.
I really am.
Someone calls his name and Legend sits me down in the hall.
“I’ll be back.”He rolls his eyes as he leaves.I head to his room.But Royal leaves Becki’s room looking like he’s been flayed alive.He almost bumps into me as he storms out and gives me a look like he wants me dead.
I slip into the doorway before it closes.
Becki stands against the wall, breathless, flushed, hair wild, lips swollen.And I know.
Not in detail.
Not in action.
But in energy.
Royal didn’t just interrogate her.
He broke.She broke him.Her eyes meet mine.Slow.Knowing.Infuriating.
“Well?”she says softly.“Come to finish what he couldn’t?”
I step inside and shut the door behind me.
The chain clinks as she shifts, just slightly.
“You think you’re clever,” I say.
She tilts her head.“No.Just cornered.”
“Cornered animals bite.”
“Good thing I’m used to bleeding.”
I take one slow step toward her.
And another.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t look away.
“You ruin everything you touch,” I tell her.
