Raw (RAW Family #1)(29)

At my bedroom door, he turns to me and speaks into the dark. “I’ll call.”

A sudden thought rushes through me, causing my stomach to coil, and without a second thought, I blurt out, “You’re clean, right?”

He stills a moment before he answers in dead seriousness, “Of course.”

My mind and body relax tenfold. Closing my eyes, I listen to the footsteps walk further and further away from me with only one thought in mind: Please, don’t hurt me.





Turning my desk chair around to face out the window, I place my foot on my opposite knee and wonder why the f*ck I can’t concentrate today.

Closing my eyes, I tap the pen at my temple and try to avoid any thoughts of the woman whose * tastes so good that I want it available to me at all hours. The woman I already have a purpose for. The woman who is somehow scrambling my f*cking brains to slop.

This was meant to be fun. And it started that way.

But it doesn’t feel so fun anymore.

Julius would laugh his f*cking ass off knowing I’m startin’ to feel something more than physical for this sparrow.

Julius is my best friend. And the person I would do anything for. He’s one of the rare people I listen to. Keeping me safe in juvie is one of the things I’ll always remember.

He saved me.

The door creaks open, and the sound of heels coming my way alerts me to the fact that someone wants something from me.

Like always.

When she comes into view, I turn my head to see Ling smiling at me. “Got a sec?”

Nodding, I watch her smile turn predatory. And my mind sighs.

Not today.

Ling and I have a long standing arrangement. It’s not a big deal. Just sex. But I haven’t touched her since the day my girl got her ass beat. Trying to keep a clear head is hard when sex is involved.

Taking a step towards me, her petite hand and long red nails slide up my bent knee, then higher to my thigh. She wastes no time palming my crotch. I mentally growl. She knows what happens when she takes liberties with me, meaning she’s feeling frisky and wants a reaction.

When I don’t react and let her palm me, her red lips pout. She wants a fight. She’s not going to get one. Her almond eyes narrow and she presses harder into me. Fury masks her face, “What the f*ck is going on with you, Twitch? You haven’t touched me in ages.”

I don’t answer. She continues to palm my flaccid dick, looking for signs of life, but little Twitch doesn’t want what’s on the menu tonight. Little Twitch’s tastes have changed. Trying to get a reaction out of me, she squeezes my dick hard and digs her nails in. I snarl and bare my teeth at her. Her eyes flare in excitement. This has gone on too long.

Placing my palm over her face, I push back, hard. She stumbles back in her heels and falls on her ass. “That what you want, Ling? You want it rough? Fuck off. I’m not in the mood.”

Chest heaving, still seated on the floor, her face flames. Walking over to her, I offer her my hand, but she slaps it away.

The little woman has too much pride in her. She’ll never learn.

Standing, she smooths down the front of her dress and asks in perfect calm, “You f*cking someone?”

No hesitation. “Yeah.”

“You wanna keep her?”

Ling knows me well. She’s an observer. I scratch my chin absently. “Yeah. I’m keeping this one.”

Her face displays stunned disbelief. Clearly not the answer the she was expecting. Then a small smile spreads across her lips. A calculating smile. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

My face devoids. “Who?”

Ling smirks, “Her. The girl who came to the office. Lexi.” Her eyes darken. “You know. The one you watch.”

I don’t like her tone. Anger surges through me.

Crossing the room in a quick stride, I place my hand at her throat and walk her back into the wall until she hits it with a small thud. Squeezing tight enough to warn, but not enough to hurt her, I’ve never been so serious in my life when I threaten, “Ling, I swear, if you f*ck this up for me…” Her eyes full of lust, she bites her lip. Leaning forward, I whisper, “I will f*cking kill you.”

I squeeze her throat hard a moment before I let go. But Ling doesn’t take the hint. Smiling, she looks up at me through hooded eyes and whispers back, “We can still have fun though. I don’t care if you want her too. No one knows me like you do. No one knows what I like.”

Rolling my eyes, I call bullshit. “Not true. I know you’re f*cking Happy.” And about ten other guys.

Her cheeks turn pink. “He’s not like you.”

I bark out a humourless laugh and nod once. “Yeah. He has a heart.”

Ling has unusual tastes. Maybe that’s why I liked her. For a while. There was a time I thought we were one in the same, but it didn’t take long to see that everything I thought I liked about her now just pisses me off.

Reaching forward and taking my hand, she guides it under her dress to her bare * and gyrates, masturbating against my loose fingers. Her eyes flutters closed. She grinds against me and moans out, “Do it.”

This would normally turn me on. Normally.

I know what she wants. I’m so f*cking agitated right now that I could. But that would mean she’s won.

Not happening.