Page 115 of Endgame

I cocked a brow. “Answers?”

“That’s right,” she replied in an even tone. “So fess up. Are you with him now?”

“Who – Rourke?”

“No, Axel freaking Rose.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Yes, Rourke!”

“Um, no,” I muttered. “We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” She raised an unimpressed brow.

My cheeks burned. “With benefits.”

“Iknewhe liked you,” Molly squealed, clapping her hands in what looked like genuine delight. “Rourke hasneverchased a girl out of class like he did today. Never. Not even Britt. You are his only exception, Mercy.”

“I’m not his exception, Molls,” I corrected, cheeks hot and flushed. “He just wants to have sex with me.”

Molly frowned. “Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know,” I confirmed grimly. “He told me.”

“What a douche,” Molly whispered. “Ugh.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, biting down on my bottom lip. “And guess what even bigger douche agreed?”

Her eyes widened into saucers. “You didn’t!”

I nodded in shame. “I did. I freaking did.” Throwing my hands up in the air, I released a pained sigh. “And I have no idea what I’m doing because in case you haven’t already noticed, I’m not the most experienced girl around here.” Not when it came to boys. Not when it came tohim! “Help me, Molly,” I begged then. “Tell me what to do?”

Molly opened her mouth to say something to me, but Daryl freaking King chose this exact moment to walk over to us, distracting Molly from my love life.Selfish asshole.

“Hey,” he said gruffly, eyes locked on Molly. The humor in Daryl’s voice I was so used to hearing was absent tonight.

“Hey,” she replied, eyes right back on him. “I’m happy you could come tonight.”

“Yeah, me too,” Daryl replied, though he sounded anything but happy. In fact, he sounded downright depressed. “Can we go somewhere and talk?” He stared hard at Molly. “In private?”

Molly’s face fell. Seriously, her entire expression changed. “Um, I guess,” she whispered, clearly nervous now. What the heck was going on here?

“You okay, Molls?” I asked, feeling a trickle of unease roll down my spine. I didn’t like this. Something was off. And red flags were shooting up in my head like crazy.

“I’m fine, Mercy,” she told me with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “I’m going to go speak to Daryl. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

With that, I watched as Molly abandoned me and our keg, walking straight over to Daryl, who pressed a possessive hand to her lower back before leading her into the kitchen

“What the hell was that about?” I muttered to myself, staring after them until they disappeared from my line of sight.

Secrets,I decided.

Those two definitely had secrets.

All thoughts on what those secrets were fled my mind the moment two arms came around me and pulled me backwards into the garden.

The scream that was on the tip of my tongue died away when Rourke turned me in his arms and planted his lips on mine.

Rourke

THE MOMENT I STEPPED out of Daryl’s truck and my eyes landed on Six, fighting a losing battle with a keg, I was hard as fucking rock.

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