Break Me (Brayshaw High #5)(50)

She didn’t panic this morning when we ran her off the road, thought quick and found a weapon to defend herself.

She didn’t drink from the bottle she left unattended, aware anything could happen anywhere.

It’s to say little Bishop is off to a good little start.

Now it’s time to fuckin’ party.





Chapter 15





Royce

Maddoc comes to get me when the fights are set to start and in perfect fucking timing. My bodies starting to heat, so it’s either I turn the place into a strip club or find something else to focus on.

He glances over my shoulder. “The girl, she sittin’ with us?”

“No, no.” I tap at my chest, and my palm decides to flatten there. “It ain’t like that. This is business.”

“As in she’s going to handle your business?” Raven teases.

“No, RaeRae, she ain’t.”

“You sure?” Raven smirks. “‘Cause you’re full-on rubbing yourself right now.”

“And I’ll find someone to help me out with that later. Not her.”

“It’s a fuckin’ chair, brother.” Maddoc frowns. “Yes or no?”

“I said no, dick, and it ain’t just a chair and you pricks know it.”

He grins, pulling Raven into his chest and draping his arms over her shoulders.

After Raven got pregnant, Maddoc had concrete, above-crowd seats put in at the edge of the main circle, blocked and gated from the regular crowd who’s still allowed ringside, just not along the line of six chairs forever reserved for us.

That’s right.

Six.

As in four for my pussy-whipped brothers and their queens, and two left for me and whoever I want in the other one.

I don’t want anyone in it.

I’m a loner, a lost boy.

I’ve got my brothers and RaeRae, VicVee, too.

Little Zo and soon another little to play with.

Little.

Brielle’s fuckin’ little.

Tiny and Tink-like.

“Royce.”

“Huh?” I look to Maddoc when he snaps.

“Stop fucking rubbing your leg.”

I look down, my hands at my sides and sure as shit... rubbing.

I tear my hands away, running them through my hair, and a grin takes over.

“Fuck.” Maddoc shakes his head with a chuckle. “You’re fuckin rollin’. Want me to find Mac?”

“Nah, brother, where you think I came from? He’s watchin’, wherever he is now, and it was only half a pill, I didn’t want to fuck the girl up if she was dumb enough to drink it. I’m chill. Gonna drown it out with a couple quick shots anyway.”

“So no to the seats?”

I nod. “I’ll take Brielle up the wall or some shit.”

“Take me where?”

I whip around, Cap, Victoria, and Brielle now standing behind me.

My grin spreads when I have to look down to see Brielle.

I’m a fucking beast compared.

Hold up, she asked a question.

“Outside, Imma take you outside. Wait,” I pause. “You afraid of the dark? ‘Cause if you are, me and my brothers are good at distracting—”

“Shut up.” Raven chuckles.

I smile, and Brielle frowns between us.

“Nah, never mind. I know you’re not afraid of the dark.” I don’t realize I’ve slipped closer until the fabric of her shirt heats my fingertips. “You sleep in it, ain’t that right, little Bishop?”

She squishes her lips to the side. “That’s right.”

“How else you sleep?”

She reaches up to pat my chest, and my pulse jumps beneath her palm like a pubescent little punk, my hand flying up to keep it there, pressing it firmer against me.

Damn, that shit’s warm.

She laughs, shaking her head lightly. “You want to know how else I sleep, Playboy?”

“Tell me all about it, Tink.”

She lifts her chin to bring herself closer, but she’s so damn small, she’s still far as fuck away. “Alone.”

My family’s laughs wrap around us, and Brielle smiles.

My focus falls to find shiny, wet lips, but not just wet lips.

Thick and full ones, peachy pink with rich ridges and a bite me, baby pout.

Where’d they come from?

Better yet, where they willing to go?

Wait, what?

I squeeze my eyes shut and jerk back, shaking myself out of... whatever the fuck I’m in.

I need those shots.

Brielle tips her head. “I take it that pill you tried to kill me with is kicking in?”

“Not kill, just horn you out a bit so you’d learn.” I grin, and her mouth falls open and a laugh. “It’ll wear off quick. Takes two to roll right.”

She flicks her eyes to the ceiling. “Of course it does.”

Brielle steps back, looking to the others.

Neither of us misses the way Maddoc watches her, the others, too, but they’re more chill about it where Maddoc wants her little ass to know where she stands—in motherfuckin’ limbo until he knows what she’s about.

It’s good, she needs to feel that divider between us and her, ‘cause it’s big.