Page 98 of Their Dangerous Game
Mom’s eyebrow rises. “You know Harper has her own car and can get to school just fine on her own.”
Momma didn’t raise no princess, fucker.
“I know, but I like to pamper her.” Luke’s gaze flicks to mine and I hope Mom misses the heat in them before they go back to cold.
“It’s up to Harper whether she drives or rides, but she better be home on time.” Mom’s voice is stern enough to warrant nods from the horsemen. “Thank you again for the meal. Maybe we’ll repay you sometime.”
She walks away before they say anything more, and I hurry to stay with her because I’m not getting caught by one of them. Not here. Not today.
Tomorrow morning will be soon enough. Today is mine.
As I slide into the car, my phone lights up with a notification. Earlier, I put it on do not disturb for the day. I’m sure I won’t appreciate what they have to say, so I ignore it.
Mom gets in. “Well, you go big when you go.”
I shrug. Didn’t really have an option. A few false promises to give me the sense I was making decisions, but not really. They determined they wanted me. They determined I wanted them. They always get what they want.
In the end, they wanted to own me, so they do.
“They’re handsome young men. I assume this is the half of the football team you were talking about?” Mom puts the car into gear and drives us home.
“Not really half.” I look out the window. I’m sure they want my webcam on tonight. I’m sure I’ll do it and they’ll have some sort of punishment to go with it.
Fuck it. If I’m already getting punished, I might as well go big like Mom said.
“I trust you, Harper. I don’t trust any of them, but I trust you. So if you like any of them, I’ll back you up, but if you want me to hate them, I can do that too.”
Smiling, I glance over at her. “I’ll let you know. I’m still not sure I like any of them. But they’re persistent.”
Mom makes a disgruntled noise. “Most men are when they want something. It’s after they get it that they prove who they really are.”
Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.
Harper’s Phone
Kenz:
Why do I have to be sick?
Me:
Sorry
Kenz:
How’s the dick parade?
Me:
Planning on getting punished
Kenz:
Fun
CHAPTER 29
Disobeying Orders
