Malice

“We’re here,” he says simply, turning off the Charger and opening his door to step out into the street.

No surprise, he doesn’t offer to get my door for me.

I hurry to follow after him. He leads me up to the bar entrance, where a burly bouncer is standing guard. The two appear to know each other, as the bouncer greets Ghost with a fist bump before he nods down to me.

“Who’s the bitch?” He eyes me up and down, and I’m sure he can tell I’m underage. What was Ghost thinking, bringing me here? I’m not going to get into this place.

“New girl,” Ghost says in a pointed voice, his grin suggestive. “The boys are expecting her.”

The bouncer nods, as if that makes complete sense. I jab my tongue in my cheek, 99.9 percent sure that Ghost basically just told him I’m here to get gangbanged by his friends.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

After a moment, the bouncer steps aside to allow Ghost and I through. I avoid his knowing stare as I pass, embarrassed of what he’s probably thinking of me and more than a little terrified that maybe that’s exactly what Ghost has brought me here for.

The interior of the bar is lowly lit and crowded with people as rough and dangerous looking as Ghost. He doesn’t look back at me as we wind our through the crush of bodies. I’m not even sure he cares if I’m behind him or not, and I get more and more a

At last, we reach a wall of booths and he comes to a stop.

Turning to me, he says, “Wait here.”

“Wait here?” I snap, gazing around. “What am I waiting here for?”

“Je

When he moves as if to leave me, I hurriedly ask, “Hold on, are you just going to abandon me here?”

He shrugs, and I know that’s exactly what he pla

I begin to panic because he can’t just leave me. I’ll be like a sheep left to the slaughter in this place. “I have a question for you, Ghost,” I start, frustration and anger mixing with my fear in a toxic combination. “Are you Je

That gets a reaction out of him. His brow furrows and his eyes flash with irritation.

“I don’t take orders from no ski

Shit. Me and my big mouth. He’s gone, and now he probably won’t come back. How the hell am I supposed to get back to the school?

I figure I have no other choice but to wait and pray Je

I’m fucked. Royally.

I sit in that booth and wait for what feels like ages. After nearly half an hour, I grow certain that Je

My anger banishes away enough of my fear that I manage to get out of the booth, determined to leave. I’ll find an Uber or a cab that’ll take me back to Angelview. It’ll cost me every pe

“Hey, baby girl,” a familiar, smoky voice suddenly says, startling me out of my thoughts.

I let out a cry and spin around to find Je