“No.”
It’s the truth.But not the whole truth.
“Do you want to?”He doesn’t answer.That’s the answer.
I shove him.He takes my wrist.I shove harder.He pins me to the wall.
“No.I don’t want to fuck her.I want to fuck my fiancée.”
I pull away.He falls asleep.
Becki
Royal is gone.Sophie is gone.Legend is gone.
The hallway vibrates with club noise.I hear footsteps.
Oaks.
He leans in the doorway, drunk smile, eyes too sharp.
“Heard you been sneaking out,” he drawls.
“Heard you know things.”
“I don’t.”
“You know enough.”
He steps closer.
Too close.
“Oaks,” I warn.
He takes hold of my chin.
“You’re causing trouble, preacher’s girl.”
Before he can finish.
A shadow hits him from behind.
Royal slams him into the wall so hard the drywall cracks.
Oaks chokes on surprise.
Royal snarls.
A sound I’ve never heard from a human throat.
“Touch her again,” he growls.“And I’ll cut your hands off.”
Oaks spits blood and stumbles away.
Royal turns to me.
Eyes wild.
