Chloe (Made Men, #3)(32)

Chewing on her nails, she waited anxiously for her reply. Finally, when her phone dinged again, she read the message. Cassandra could be back tomorrow. Amo will meet you at your parking spot, all right? You know it’s the best thing.

Dang it! She hated when Elle was right like that.

She typed in her regretful answer and hit send.

UGHH FINE!!

Falling back on the bed, she tried her best not to think about tomorrow. She slowly started drifting …

You thought I wasn’t going to actually sit beside you, didn’t you?

Chloe shot her eyes open, expecting to see the beast, but no one was there.

Shivering, she remembered how close his arms had come to touching her during class …

She shook her head, trying to keep the thoughts of him away.

Too afraid to close her eyes again, she stared at the ceiling where a pair of black depths flashed before her. At first, she could tell they were Amo’s because they had a sort of sparkle to them. They were black, but not so black the person didn’t have a soul.

Then the pair slowly became darker, growing abnormally large. These eyes had no soul behind them. Only evil lived behind those depths.

Unable to stare into the wicked eyes a moment longer, she had only closed her eyes for a second before the whisper of hands gripped her wrists.

Fighting to open her eyes again, she didn’t have much time until—

Stay still, little girl, he whispered to her, or it’ll just hurt worse.

It was too late; the devil had come for her.



*

Getting to school early the next morning, Amo hadn’t expected to see Chloe’s car still there. He had thought her father would have taken care of it ASAP, not wanting to leave a BMW sitting in a parking lot.

Exhausted, he leaned on the hood, rubbing his eyes. So f*cking tired.

Yesterday had left him stressed out of his mind from dealing with those ridiculous girls. One in particular had crawled deep under his skin. Therefore, he had decided to call up Christa, a girl he had met who went to public school, to help calm his nerves. And make me forget about that f*cking crazy-assed Chloe.

Needless to say, it hadn’t really worked. Right when he had almost forgotten about her, Nero had called, interrupting his fun to tell him to be at the school early in the morning to babysit Chloe.

Several different feelings of dislike arose again, and Amo couldn’t help thinking it was a bunch of bullshit that he was getting the shitty end of the job. Nero looked like he was off playing the f*cking hero with Elle, and the likelihood that he was going to get laid out of it was pretty high. Amo, on the other hand, had to deal with her best friend who clearly had too many problems to count on one hand, just so Nero could stick his hand down Elle’s panties.

Dammit, that f*cker made me the damn babysitter, didn’t he?

Well, he wanted to know why in the hell Vincent hadn’t been nominated. He loved watching girls, and the more damaged, the better it was to him.

That was it. He was getting pretty boy to watch her.

Amo didn’t like the way Chloe made him feel. He felt like he had done nothing except constantly think about her since he had stared at her in Health class just a few short days ago. The only reason he had looked at her was because Nero had gone over to their lunch table, and Amo had been trying to figure out why he had gone up to them in the first place.

After he had taken one look, he had kept going back for more glances without even realizing it. Never had a girl brought up such strong feelings in him, whether they were good or bad. Whatever they were now, he wasn’t going to figure it out.

That girl needed to find one of two things: a nice momma’s boy or God. The last thing she needed was a made man.

Noticing Chloe nervously coming up to him now, he believed she thought he was the devil. It looked like she was about to pull the f*cking skin off her hands. He realized the only thing that could possibly help that girl was… the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.





Twenty-Eight





Vincent Could Turn a Nun into a Whore





The moment she saw him leaning against the car, waiting for her, she wanted to retreat. She instantly regretted telling Elle she would let Amo walk her to class.

When she looked up from her hands, she came to a sudden stop from his stare. Amo looked at her like she was even crazier.

“It’s way too early for this shit,” he mumbled, passing her to begin walking to class.

That comment brought her back to remembering the jerk he was. Then again, despite being a jerk, he had yet to hurt her. Consequently, it was wrong for her to think he would hurt her the moment she looked at him. It was just ingrained.

Having to catch up with him at this point, she went to follow him. Maybe I’m being too hard on hi—

“Beside me,” he growled at her when she got to his back.

No, I’m not.

Taking a small step, she strode to the side of him yet still stayed behind him in a way. At least it was to the side of him and not on his ass like he hated.

Rolling his eyes, he went to place his arm on her shoulder to help direct her. “No, besid—”

Fear gripped her as his hand inched closer, making her freeze in place. She dropped her mouth to scream at him to stop, but nothing left her mouth.

Instantly, Amo froze before he made any contact, seeing the pure fear that masked her face. A glimpse of worry appeared in his own expression.