Page 9 of The Vengeance You Crave
She was it for me. Even at fourteen, I knew that. Hell, I'd known a lot earlier than that, I just didn't understand it then.
Reaching down, I palm my dick as I think about everything we shared together. The firsts we gave each other.
Fuck. What I wouldn't give to get a little bit of that right now.
But who else has had a piece of my sweet girl since then?
The second she starts her car and pulls out of the lot, I turn my lights on and follow her out.
To this point, I've only followed her to the end of the street and allowed her to turn left while I've gone right and back to the house.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, I need more.
So when she turns left like usual, so do I.
I hang back, but not too much. Quite honestly, if she wants to pull over and confront me, I'm all for it. Not that I think she'd have the balls. I'd fucking love it if she did though.
The thought of looking into her scared silver eyes again gets my dick hard every single time.
I follow her through town until she turns up a street lined with houses that I really wasn't expecting.
She pulls to a stop alongside the sidewalk of an old bungalow. The building itself looks dated but really well-loved, with lights illuminating the porch and flowers that cover the deck out front.
I park on the other side of the street a few cars down and kill my lights.
There are two other cars parked in the driveway and all the lights are on. Whoever lives here are either night owls, or they're waiting for her.
My heart thunders in my chest as I think about the possibility of the owner of that hoodie waiting to welcome her home from work with open arms.
My hands wring the steering wheel as she throws her door open and heads for the house.
She's not even halfway up the driveway when the front door opens and a man emerges. It's too dark to make out much about him, but Peyton's excitement is obvious as she takes off running and jumps into his arms.
My stomach churns, bile rushes up my throat to the point I think I'm going to have to open the door to puke.
They hold each other for a few seconds and thankfully, my stomach settles and I'm not forced to look away from them.
He takes her purse from her and leads her up to the front door, closing it behind them and cutting off my view of them.
"Motherfucker." I slam my palm down on the wheel time and time again in my need to expel my pent-up aggression. But right now, nothing short of marching up to that door and letting it out on whoever he is will suffice.
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Peyton
Ican barely keep my eyes open as I drive home after my shift. Once again, there was no sight of Luca, so I can only assume that he's got better things to do than to come after me for shit that happened between us years ago.
Part of me is glad. My life is hard enough right now, the last thing I want to do is rehash the past and try to plead my innocence and convince him that I only told him what I found out because I thought he deserved to know. But the other part, the part that deep down still misses the boy who stole my heart and touched my soul, craves that connection we once had.
In all our years apart, I've never found anything close to what we had.
He was my best friend. My everything. And I'm pretty sure it would have continued that way. We certainly never did anything wrong, anything to deserve to be ripped apart as we were.
Every muscle in my body aches as I throw the door open and climb out.
All I want to do is curl up in bed, but I know I've got a few hours to go yet. I've got assignments that I need to make a start on. This isn't going to work if I fall behind on day one. And I have to make this work. The future isn't just about me anymore. I have people relying on me to provide a future.
