Break Me (Brayshaw High #5)(7)

It was with his push, a decent monthly check from our very own accounts to make sure she was cared for properly, and off she went to live with their extended family. An aunt and cousin who were happy to have her, wanted her even.

Where she would thrive with them.

Based on Brielle’s comments, she thinks this was our doing, that we only wanted him, and she was trash we threw away.

So big brother couldn’t handle breaking little sister’s heart.

It’s cool, maybe I’ll do it for him.

“Why am I here?” I repeat her question, my smirk slowly growing. “I’m here to learn more about the girl who’s been hidden away.”

I imagine it’s unexpected and uncontrollable interest that has her sitting up and slipping her fingertips into her silver shaded hair.

Oh, yeah. Too easy.

I relax, draping my arm across the back of the seat. “So what do you say, little Bishop, you in?”





Brielle





I stare at him, wide-eyed, not that he can see mine, and the cockiest of grins covers his lips.

I fight it as best I can, but it’s to no avail, and my cheeks fill with air, a laugh spitting out of me in the next second.

His sheath of confidence falls as quick as it came and a heavy line forms between his brows.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.” I drop against the door. “Are you serious?”

He sits perfectly still in his seat for a long moment before finally leaning forward in full-on slow-mo mode, nothing but the sound of his hands dragging along the cheap leather filling the car.

Such a well-practiced playboy.

He pauses when he’s directly in front of my face. “If I was?”

“Then I’d probably say something like, I’m pretty sure you think I’m this little, guarded, overnight bumkin child of some kind who doesn’t recognize a wolf when she sees one, but I do.”

“Good.”

His instant and darkly delivered response is surprising and causes a hint of zing to run along the base of my neck.

Suddenly the door at my back opens.

I fall back with a yelp, but I’m caught against a crotch.

I look up to find the driver, Mac, he said his name was, standing there.

He grips me under the arms and tugs me to my feet as Royce climbs out, positioning himself in front of me in the same second.

I’m now sandwiched between two mounds of muscle and abs, the ones at my back flexed and firm, the ones at my front... tight and toned.

Cool, yeah. No big deal.

Neither is the perfect shape of a pistol Mac must have tucked into his waistband.

My pulse leaps, my awareness spiking, but it’s not uncommon around here for people to carry.

Not that they’re from around here, but I imagine it’s more than common where they come from.

I wonder how far down the tattoo on Royce’s neck leads?

“Ask and I’ll show you,” he teases with a measured grin. “Got a habit of speakin’ out loud?”

“One I wasn’t really aware of until, you know... today.”

“Keep it up, it’s good for my ego.”

“Mm,” I tease, tilting my head. “I feel like your ego is really well-fed.”

Humor lines the edges of his eyes, but no other part of his expression gives any sign of fun.

He rolls his tongue between his lips. “Give me your phone.”

“Ask nicely.”

His mouth forms a firm line, but I think it’s to hide a smile.

Maybe.

I’m not sure because his stare is still that angry, annoyed squint he keeps giving me.

I frown when my phone is lifted over my shoulder, Mac having dug it from my bag.

Royce turns it to me, so I put in the password and after a few short seconds, his vibrates from within his pocket, the one pressed against my abdomen.

His pocket reaches higher than my pelvis.

I’m legit child-size compared to him.

I mean, the height difference could be super interesting, right?

A single, dark brow lifts before me, and I wince.

“My bad.” I should have guessed not even my thoughts would be safe with the likes of him.

In my peripheral, I catch a flag blowing in the morning breeze, and realize he brought me to school.

“I’m late,” I remember.

Royce pushes his body firmer into mine, ignoring me, locking me tighter between him and his consigliere.

I tip my head back to get a better look into the eyes of the infamous playboy as he towers over me, all strong and confident like.

He stares a long moment before his gaze pops up, and Mac releases me, the soft clunk of a car door closing seconds later.

Royce draws himself in and whispers, “Can you keep a secret?”

“I could say yes and you would never know for sure.”

He rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, giving a slow nod.

Reaching behind him, he opens the front passenger door, slips in, and closes himself inside.

He leans through the open window, holding my phone out for me to grab.

I step closer, and as soon as my fingers wrap around the plastic case, his free hand shoots out to grip my wrist.

My eyes fly to his.

“Be smart,” he says as he slowly lets go.

I’m pretty sure he’s wanting a response of some sort, so I bend down, careful not to put weight on my foot, and glance past him to his buddy.