| SynopsisThere’s a fine line between love and hate and they were about to cross it. My name is Samantha Ross and this is my life. I existed in a world that few know. Rundown trailers and crime-ridden streets were my home. Drugs and alcohol were the norm and happiness was the exception. I lived from day to day never knowing if I would have a roof over my head or food in my stomach. My life sucked. It took from me and gave nothing back. But there was one certainty in my life. A black smudge on my window of hell. Cole Walker. He was a criminal. A thief. He brought hell and damnation with him wherever he went. He hurt and destroyed. He took and gave nothing in return. He was heartache and despair wrapped up in a perfect gorgeous package. Fast cars and fast women were his hobbies. His vices. But he had many. I was one of them. I was his addiction and his craving. His enemy on this earth. I feared him. I hated him. I loved him even more. |
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-Walker-
I took a long drink of beer and watched as people milled around the room, talking loudly above the music or dancing close in the corners. Some of them I knew and some I didn’t. But it wasn’t my house so I really didn’t care who was here or who wasn’t. When these kinds of parties happened everyone showed up, invited or not.
I was one of the invited ones but that wasn’t important. The only thing that was important was the free beer in my hand and the hot pieces of ass that were here. Nothing else mattered.
At least until she walked in.
I was down to my last sip of beer when the door opened. A cold, stiff wind blew in, giving just a second of relief in the stifling house. The room I was in was dark, only two lamps on. I had thought it was pretty cheesy when I first got here but now I was glad. The low light hid me from the one person I didn’t want to see.
Sam.
She walked in looking … hell, she looked delicious. She was wearing another one of those short shirtdresses, the kind that looked like she robbed some man’s closet. I thought it was sexy as hell and apparently so did the other men in the room. They turned to look at her, glancing down her long legs to the black lace-up boots she wore. So typical Sam – a dress with combat-style boots. I scoffed, my eyes running over her slowly. The knowledge that she didn’t care what anyone thought, especially me, only made me horny as hell.
But just like always, seeing her made my blood boil. All the words we had ever exchanged, all the friction between us, came back to haunt me just by being in the same room with her. We were both fucked up on our own, but together we were a ticking time bomb. I knew it and so did she. That’s why we stayed clear of each other.
But maybe tonight it was time to change that.
I rubbed a sweaty palm down the legs of my jeans, itching to jump up and cover her as men continued to stare. The thought almost made me laugh. Sam knew what she did to guys; she was her mother’s daughter after all. I had seen her flirt and tease a man until he was just a pool of messed-up hormones. Poor bastards.
The problem was it was only a matter of time before one of those shit-for-brains bastards got tired of her teasing and made her pay. I told myself that I didn’t care - I wasn’t her babysitter - but if any man touched her or hurt her in any way, I knew I would be in jail. Murder in the first degree.
I hated that I felt that way. Who was I to care for her? I was a lowlife with no future. If I was one of those mushy, psychology mind-fucking guys, I might think the hatred between Sam and I stemmed from the unanswered desire between us. Maybe even from my love of her. But I didn’t buy into that psychobabble.
And I sure as hell didn’t love her.
I finished off the beer and watched her from my dark corner. When she turned and her tight ass faced me, my dick grew hard. Harder than I wanted to admit. I shifted in my seat, my jeans suddenly uncomfortable. I wanted another cold beer, something in my hand. Anything to wash away this feeling that I knew wasn’t right.
I glanced around, looking for a distraction. There were plenty of girls here and I figured I could have my pick but they didn’t hold my attention for very long. They didn’t challenge me. They didn’t drive me crazy with anger and emotions that bordered on the obsessive.
My eyes went back to Sam. I watched as she turned, smiling at someone behind her. That damned lip ring in her lower lip teased me as her mouth curved upward. It drove me fucking nuts when I thought about biting it between my teeth.
I scoffed, thinking the idea was ridiculous. Wanting her and doing something about it were two totally different things. I thought she was beyond fuckable but even if we didn’t hate each other, she was Bent’s little sister. I wasn’t going there. Hell would freeze over first.
I gripped the beer bottle tighter, wanting to shatter the thing with my fist. She was holding hands with someone, leading him into the house. I felt my muscles bunch and rage burn though me. I wasn’t prone to violence much anymore but suddenly I wanted to break something.
The crowd parted and I saw who Sam was with. Lukas. He was behind her, holding her hand like she was his. I eyed him, seeing the competition but telling myself I was just looking out for Sam. Just like I had always done no matter how much she hated me.
I watched them until they disappeared into the kitchen. I waited for that out-of-sight, out-of-mind thing to kick in but it never did. The image of her in that little dress was burned into my brain. I rubbed a hand over my lower jaw, fighting the urge for another beer, resisting the need to go after her. I told myself I just wanted to make sure she was okay but I knew that was a load of crap.
I wanted revenge in the worse kind of way.
Her words from the other night rang in my alcohol-soaked brain. She thought she had gained the upper hand, saying the things she said. Telling everyone I wanted her. Well, it was my turn. She was about to find out how losing to me felt.
I rose to my feet, at least a head taller than most of the people in the room. The crowd parted for me as I pushed my way though. The kitchen doorway beckoned me, promising to lead me to what I wanted.
It was time for payback and I was about to collect in the best kind of way.
I was one of the invited ones but that wasn’t important. The only thing that was important was the free beer in my hand and the hot pieces of ass that were here. Nothing else mattered.
At least until she walked in.
I was down to my last sip of beer when the door opened. A cold, stiff wind blew in, giving just a second of relief in the stifling house. The room I was in was dark, only two lamps on. I had thought it was pretty cheesy when I first got here but now I was glad. The low light hid me from the one person I didn’t want to see.
Sam.
She walked in looking … hell, she looked delicious. She was wearing another one of those short shirtdresses, the kind that looked like she robbed some man’s closet. I thought it was sexy as hell and apparently so did the other men in the room. They turned to look at her, glancing down her long legs to the black lace-up boots she wore. So typical Sam – a dress with combat-style boots. I scoffed, my eyes running over her slowly. The knowledge that she didn’t care what anyone thought, especially me, only made me horny as hell.
But just like always, seeing her made my blood boil. All the words we had ever exchanged, all the friction between us, came back to haunt me just by being in the same room with her. We were both fucked up on our own, but together we were a ticking time bomb. I knew it and so did she. That’s why we stayed clear of each other.
But maybe tonight it was time to change that.
I rubbed a sweaty palm down the legs of my jeans, itching to jump up and cover her as men continued to stare. The thought almost made me laugh. Sam knew what she did to guys; she was her mother’s daughter after all. I had seen her flirt and tease a man until he was just a pool of messed-up hormones. Poor bastards.
The problem was it was only a matter of time before one of those shit-for-brains bastards got tired of her teasing and made her pay. I told myself that I didn’t care - I wasn’t her babysitter - but if any man touched her or hurt her in any way, I knew I would be in jail. Murder in the first degree.
I hated that I felt that way. Who was I to care for her? I was a lowlife with no future. If I was one of those mushy, psychology mind-fucking guys, I might think the hatred between Sam and I stemmed from the unanswered desire between us. Maybe even from my love of her. But I didn’t buy into that psychobabble.
And I sure as hell didn’t love her.
I finished off the beer and watched her from my dark corner. When she turned and her tight ass faced me, my dick grew hard. Harder than I wanted to admit. I shifted in my seat, my jeans suddenly uncomfortable. I wanted another cold beer, something in my hand. Anything to wash away this feeling that I knew wasn’t right.
I glanced around, looking for a distraction. There were plenty of girls here and I figured I could have my pick but they didn’t hold my attention for very long. They didn’t challenge me. They didn’t drive me crazy with anger and emotions that bordered on the obsessive.
My eyes went back to Sam. I watched as she turned, smiling at someone behind her. That damned lip ring in her lower lip teased me as her mouth curved upward. It drove me fucking nuts when I thought about biting it between my teeth.
I scoffed, thinking the idea was ridiculous. Wanting her and doing something about it were two totally different things. I thought she was beyond fuckable but even if we didn’t hate each other, she was Bent’s little sister. I wasn’t going there. Hell would freeze over first.
I gripped the beer bottle tighter, wanting to shatter the thing with my fist. She was holding hands with someone, leading him into the house. I felt my muscles bunch and rage burn though me. I wasn’t prone to violence much anymore but suddenly I wanted to break something.
The crowd parted and I saw who Sam was with. Lukas. He was behind her, holding her hand like she was his. I eyed him, seeing the competition but telling myself I was just looking out for Sam. Just like I had always done no matter how much she hated me.
I watched them until they disappeared into the kitchen. I waited for that out-of-sight, out-of-mind thing to kick in but it never did. The image of her in that little dress was burned into my brain. I rubbed a hand over my lower jaw, fighting the urge for another beer, resisting the need to go after her. I told myself I just wanted to make sure she was okay but I knew that was a load of crap.
I wanted revenge in the worse kind of way.
Her words from the other night rang in my alcohol-soaked brain. She thought she had gained the upper hand, saying the things she said. Telling everyone I wanted her. Well, it was my turn. She was about to find out how losing to me felt.
I rose to my feet, at least a head taller than most of the people in the room. The crowd parted for me as I pushed my way though. The kitchen doorway beckoned me, promising to lead me to what I wanted.
It was time for payback and I was about to collect in the best kind of way.
Author Info
| Paige Weaver’s first passion has always been reading. Many hours of her childhood were spent getting lost between the pages of a book, disappearing into other worlds. That turned into a love for writing at a young age. Her first book, Promise Me Darkness, became a New York Times and USA Today bestseller quickly after being released. Paige lives in Texas with her husband and two children. When she's not writing or reading, you can find her chasing her kids around and living her very own happily ever-after. |