Page 48 of Mayhem

Grinding my teeth, I glare at him. “You want proof of who I’m fucking?”

Petra looks confused.

“You know who Nate is, right? He’s seventeen?”

Petra scoffs. “Like I’d believe you’re sleeping with Nate. It’s obvious this one has a hard-on for you.” He nods toward Chase.

I laugh like a crazy person until everyone is staring at me.

“You are so off base. Chase hates me. Always has and always will. The only thing you are reading here is pure hatred. You want to know why?” I say as I wipe fake tears from my eyes.

I pause, feeling Chase glaring at me. I glance over, meeting his eyes. I can see what they are saying loud and clear. He wants me to shut the fuck up.

Not going to happen.

I send it back, turning, I step into Nate. Thankfully, he immediately wraps his hands around my waist as I wind mine around his neck.

I glance over my shoulder at the officers and my mother. “He hates that I’m fucking his little brother. Not because he wants me, but because I’m a piece of trailer trash tainting his perfect little brother.”

Petra shoots a look toward my mother before focusing back on me, looking wary. “This isn’t proof.”

Letting a smirk fill my face, I raise my eyebrow. “Here’s your proof.”

My eyes briefly meet the hardened stare of Chase before coming back to Nate. Leaning closer so every part of our body is pressed together, I hook my leg up on his hip, his hand coming to hold it there. I can feel every part of his body, but that’s not what is causing the heat in my core. The heat is coming from Chase, who I know has his eyes locked on every part of my body covering his brother’s.

I lean in, taking Nate’s earlobe between my teeth, before whispering in his ear, “Go with it. Chase isn’t going to jail over me.”

I feel his own breath as he whispers in my ear, “He’s going to kill you, but go for it, babe.”

With his permission, I trail my lips down his jawline toward his mouth. I can hear murmurs from behind me, but I ignore them. Meeting Nate’s eyes, I bring my lips closer to his. I stop when they are barely touching. Not a kiss, but close enough that those behind me might believe it was a kiss. His hands squeeze my hip and leg, our breaths coming heavier. His from the obvious excitement, as evidenced by his hard cock. Mine from the idea that Chase is watching me. That he’s angry with me. An angry Chase can be hot as hell.

After a moment, I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back. Without letting go, I turn and meet Petra’s eyes.

“Would a man who was fucking someone let them slut all over their brother right in front of them? Or do you think Celeste misunderstood which of the Rockford brothers warmed my bed at night?”

Petra clears his throat, looking uncomfortable while Gibson has a full-out smile on his face now.

“We’re done here. Ma’am, your daughter’s almost eighteen. I can’t make her go home with you. You should leave,” Gibson takes back, taking control of the situation.

Celeste lets out a frustrated growl. “Don’t you dare come back to my house, you fucking liar.”

“Gladly,” I spit back at her.

Once they leave, Nate immediately drops my leg and backs away. “I, uh, have somewhere to be.” He takes off toward his car, leaving me with a furious Chase.

This wasn’t Chase. The look in his eye is all Rocky. The man who’s cold and callous.

Walking by him, I make my way into the house, flinching when I hear him slam the door behind him as he follows me. I don’t glance back, making my way to his room to grab my things.

Celeste would forget soon enough that she told me I couldn’t come home. I wouldn’t stay here while I waited, though.

Chase grabs my arm, stopping me before I make it to his desk. “Don’tyouevertouch my brother again,” he hisses, stepping into my space.

His touch is hard enough to bruise, but that only turns me on. “Message received. Let me go.”

“No.”

I give him an incredulous look. “Seriously? I almost got you arrested for being here. I’m leaving.”

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