Page 65 of Forged in Rain

“About John and Castinetti?”

His brows drop over his eyes in confusion. “What? Castinetti?”

“So, you didn’t know?”

“Know what, beauty?” Cyn asks, searching my gaze.

“John’s in trouble with McCafferty,” I whisper.

“What?” he says, his brows dropping over his eyes.

With a trickle of unease, I say softly, “What if McCafferty punishes us for John’s shit?”

Cyn stares at me with wide eyes before he drops his head and says, “Fuck.”

Sucking in a breath, I turn away because I don’t want see distrust shining back at me. I’m at the end of what I can handle, and I don’t think I can survive anymore.

A thousand thoughts run through my mind, starting with John’s fucking reprehensible pastime to the possibility that Pam is involved. Now I have a mobster after me.

“Beauty?” Cyn says behind me, and hiding a sniffle, I stare at the wall as I say, “Yeah?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“What if he plans to kill us?”

Pulling me against his chest, he wraps his arm around my middle and says gruffly, “Then we’ll deal with that, too.”

“What if you end up hating me?”

“We could play the what-if game forever,” he mutters, “but in the end, it doesn’t matter.”

“How can you say that?” I mumble.

“Because I will not let anyone hurt you. I will not let anyone take you. I will not let you go.”

Sagging against him, I whisper, “Promise?”

“Yes, beauty, that’s a fucking promise.”

Turning into his arms, I open to his kiss. He picks me up and presses me against the wall. With a moan, I pull on his hair as he unbuttons my jeans and wrenches them down my legs, stopping only to push them past my ankle gently.

After, he picks me up and surges into me with a growl. Crying out, I lean my head against the cool tile and watch through lidded eyes as he thrusts into me heavily, his hips slamming against my legs.

My core tingles, my eyes roll in my head, and I fly over, crying out, “Cyn.”

“Fuck, beauty,” he groans, bottoming out and pulsing inside of me.

With a curiously painful look, he grabs my head and kisses me until we’re panting for air before pulling from me with a sigh.

Dazed, I stare into his pretty eyes until he kisses me on the nose and breathes, “Beauty.”

And my heart stutters in my chest before beating wildly for him once more.

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After school, we go to Jig’s house and gather around to decide what to do.

The guys are appropriately grim with the newest revelation, but surprisingly, even Bastion is semi supportive. And by this, I mean he hasn’t tossed me any blistering glares.

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