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If anyone talked to me like that on any other day, I’d kill them.But not today.I just can’t be fucked.

Kai’s words from earlier play on repeat.We never strike first.

Something clicks in my mind.Freya didn’t make the first move with my mother.She protected herself.

Chapter 7

Freya

IwatchasLucas’scarspeeds down the driveway, taking my heart with it.Fuck.His expression when he walked in on us with Gage’s cock in my mouth and Hazen pounding into me from behind ...I’ve never seen him look at me like that.First it was pain, then it morphed into anger and disgust.

He hates me, and I don’t blame him after what I did, but I’ll be fucked if I’m going to let him go without a fight.

The door shuts behind me, and I glance over my shoulder.Hazen walks over, carrying my favorite band T-shirt and ripped jeans.I look down at my bare thighs, the suit jacket with the buttons undone, and the corset underneath, sans panties.I didn’t exactly have time to change before running after Lucas.

I take them from Hazen and follow him back inside the front door, into the foyer, and quickly get changed, tying my top in a knot so it rests just above my high-waisted jeans.

“Give him some time.He’s dealing with this in his own fucked-up way,” Hazen says.

Gage comes into the foyer with his phone pressed to his ear.He offers me a smile before retreating up the stairs.

I turn back to Hazen.“I’m trying, but fuck, I just want to hold him, shake him, and make it all go away.”A tear falls down my cheek, and I wish my brother was here.He always made everything better.

“What the hell is going on?”Amirah yells, storming down the stairs with her hair between her fingers as she ties it into a bun on the top of her head.

“Lucas,” Hazen grumbles.

Amirah presses her lips together.“You’ve got your hands full with these boys, Freya darling.But if anyone can bring them to their knees, it’s you!”she says with a playful smile on her lips.She comes up to me and pulls me in for a quick hug.

“Can we rain check movie night?”I ask, and Amirah steps back, keeping her hand on my shoulder.

“Yes, but don’t keep me waiting too long.”She releases me and moves toward the kitchen.

I turn back to Hazen.“I need to borrow your bike.”

“You know I don’t let anyone ride my bike, right?”

I step forward, our chests touching, and wrap my arms around his neck, peering into his sparkling blue eyes.He wraps his arms around me.

“But I’m not just anyone, am I?”I ask, raising an eyebrow.

The corner of his mouth lifts.“No, you most definitely aren’t.”

I reach into his pants pocket and take out the key before pressing a light kiss to his mouth.When I go to step back, his grip tightens around me.

“I’m going to need more than that,” he growls before claiming my lips in a rough, demanding kiss.My fingers grip his shirt, holding on before I pull back and rest my forehead against his.

“I’ve got to go look for Lucas and see my mom.She’s still clean, and I don’t want her to relapse while I’m not there.”

Hazen nods, tangling his fingers in my hair before pressing one last kiss against my cheek.“Message me later,” he says, before stepping back.

I shut the door behind me.Hazen’s bike is parked in front of the garage.The sun reflects off the sparkling black paint.Taking the helmet from the seat, I place it on my head and swing my leg over, starting her up.She vibrates between my legs.My pussy throbs from Hazen’s cock pounding into me not long ago.

I tear out of the driveway, through the gate, and onto the road.I search the street for Lucas’s bubble-gum-colored Lamborghini Countach; it’s not easy to miss.I whiz past massive mansions as I drive through the streets.

He wouldn’t have gone toward the Hood—I’ll bet he’s not looking for a reminder of me—so I drive farther away, toward the outskirts of town and the docks, a direction I haven’t headed in years.

The traffic light turns red, and I stop—I don’t want to look over to my right.My gut churning, I give in, glancing over my shoulder.My old house sits on the corner of the street.The large oak tree out front still has a swing on the branch.The one-story brick house hasn’t changed much.My chest burns.The loud hum of the bike disappears, and memories take over.

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