Page 41 of Silver Tears

I arch a brow. This was something I could use to my advantage. The Brownlee Brothers are the only dealers in Droyton. They’ve monopolised the area, and no one dares to deal on their patch.

“Okay, keep tailing him, get me anything incriminating you can on him. I need to find a way to make him disappear. A prison sentence would be one sure way to remove him from their lives. Can you find out how much he owes the Brownlee’s?”

“Sure thing. I’ll call you when I have further information.”

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I pull up at Harry’s house and let myself in, heading through the house to the back. His parents’ place backs out onto the beach, and everyone is gathered there, drinking, dancing, and sitting around a campfire. I scan the beach and spot her pink hair first before I take in the rest of her.

Holy fuck. I’ll kill my sister.

Mills is wearing a tiny black dress that hugs her delicate curves. That arse will be the death of me. I want to sink my teeth into it and use those cheeks as my pillow every night. Fuck. My dick strains in my pants. I scan the crowd and notice other guys discreetly checking her out. Others leering openly at her. They have clearly forgotten who she belongs to!

Frowning, I make my way over to my sister, who is chatting with another girl from our year.

“Hey Francesca, I need a private word with my sister, if that’s okay?” I lay on the charm, dazzling her with my smile. She flushes red in cheeks and tells me it’s totally fine, leaving us alone.

“Why is my girlfriend dressed like that?” I ask, gesturing with my head towards Mills, who is chatting with a boy from her year.

Vee follows my gaze and chuckles. “Oh, doesn’t she look amazing? When I arrived to pick her up, she was in Jeans and a basic T-shirt. I marched her back upstairs and picked out something sexier.”

She’s clearly proud of her interference.

“Everyone is looking at her!” I hiss, my eyes zeroing in on the boy who laughs at whatever she’s saying to him.

Vee snorts, cocking her brow. “Oh, I see. You don’t like the way other boys are looking at her! Well, get used to it, because Milly is hot.” She winks at me. “What’s the matter, Seb? You don’t think she looks good?”

“She looks fucking amazing,” I scoff. “That’s the problem.”

Vee tilts her head and studies me. “It’s okay to be jealous of the attention she’s getting from the other guys here.”

“Jealous! Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous?” I laugh at her comment. I’m not jealous.

“Ah, watching you date is going to be so much fun!” She claps her hands together, grinning.

She is loving this!

“If I were you, I’d get over there,” she advises me. “It looks like Tristan is working his charm on her.”

I follow her eyes and my scowl deepens when I see the guy touch her arm as he talks to her. Why is the fucker touching her? She’s mine. Only I get to touch her. I stride across the sand, eager to be closer to her. I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave my side tonight. Fuck, this fake dating is going to leave me with blue balls. As I get near, Tristan spots me and his eyes widen before he scarpers off to the other side of the campfire.

MILLY

Isense him before I feel his touch. He crowds in at my back, his body heat warming me from the cool air.

“Don’t wear this outfit again,” he says calm and clear into my ear. “I don’t like how every boy here is looking at you like he wants to know how you taste.”

I grin as I lift my bottle to my lips and take a drink. “That’s because they are looking at me like they want to know how I taste.” Pleased with my sass, I take a step forward, intending to walk away from him. He grabs me by my waist and yanks me back against his chest. One hand grips at my hips whilst his other wraps around my hair in a tight fist.

“Problem with that, precious, is you’re mine. If anyone is tasting you, it’s me. It’s my tongue that will lick at your juice as it runs down my chin.”

I shiver as a wave of dirty, dark lust rolls through me at the thought of Seb Collings with my cum coating his lips. I rest my head against his chest, my heart beating erratically.

“How do you think I’d taste?” I’m a little tipsy which must be why I asked him the question. Who is this flirty girl and where did she come from?

He doesn’t reply straight away. He tugs my head back so that I’m able to see his face. “Like fucking sunshine and rain all at the same time.”

My phone rings, breaking the electric heat between us. I feel part relief and part disappointment when he steps back.

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