Page 12 of Liv and Ripper

My eyes widened. I knew it hadn’t, even though it should have by now. But my blood was swirling with drugs and I couldn’t tell Ripper that. Something told me he would do the normal MC reaction, which was over-the-top and usually involved bullets or fists.

I could only imagine my dad’s reaction if he found out I was drugged and raped.

I held the towel tighter to my chest. “It’s fine.”

“Let me look.”

“No.” I made sure that one word came out nasty and angry. I couldn’t have him seeing my wound. I was positive it had done damage to my tattoos. “Now leave before I scream for my father.”

He took a dominating step over me, his cool and smoldering eyes locked with mine. I took a step back, hitting the wall behind me, and his hand went next to my head, trapping me in.

“Your father answers to me.”

“Yet he is loyal to my safety,” I said mockingly. “Now leave.” It was taking all my strength not to collapse into earth-shaking tears.

He didn’t take a step back. Instead, he kept looking at me, a sharpness within his features. “You’re a junkie, aren’t you?”

My mouth dropped.

He cursed. Something about his bad luck. The rage on his face was building, exploding—pure red rage. And then his fist went through the wall, causing me to jump.

“Well, I don’t have to scream for Dad now, he will surely be coming,” I snarled.How dare he! Who the hell did he think he was!

He couldn’t look me in the eye and he didn’t say he was disappointed, but I knew he was.Why the hell did I care if he was disappointed in me?But seeing the judgement in his eyes raised how my mother would feel or my father, if they knew I did drugs.

Ripper opened the door and stormed out. I could hear Dad’s voice roaring and coming this way.

Bloody wolf hearing!

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