My eyes rake up and down her body as if I can see through her clothing. My lips curled up into a feral smile, never indeed I've seen a woman who has the nerve to challenge me. Stalking towards her, her pulse was racing as I inches my face closer to...
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Pic above: Dylan, Feigh, and Draze.
I actually don't like giving any visuals to any characters, as I once been a reader, I like imagining my own characters. But alas, tradition is a hard thing to break.
Warning: This book is intended for an adult audience. It contains sexual violence, mature themes, unpleasant scenes that may disturb you. A dark subject matter of the story context, which means, you cannot try to use logic based on our society's expectations and advocates the law, that may be difficult to stomach. _______________
Feigh
Adrenaline pounded out a drum beat in my head. My arms moved in tandem with my legs as we ran.
"Seriously Dylan? Where are you taking me? We've been running for about 20 minutes now," I asked as I panted softly.
"Shh! We're here," I shut my mouth as soon as we came into an abrupt halt. I glared at Dylan warily. I knew him too well, this wasn't a good idea.
We had reached a huge, vast campsite.
Are we up to something? Like, we're going to murder someone or steal something from someone? DidI justrhyme? Geez, never mind.
In daylight?
Sometimes Dylan wasn't smart enough to fathom some smart ass scheme. But as much as I love him like I'm loving the beautiful sunshine, I can't rob or murder someone with Dylan. Thinking about the unreal devious occurrence, I hadn't realized I laughed out loud.
Dylan, who had been striving towards the entrance, stopped and frowned. "You're thinking about something. You knew it will never happen, but you are thinking about it."
I snorted because Dylan knew me so well. When I'm confused or don't know what to do in my life in that instant, I laughed. Like a lunatic.
I narrowed my eyes at him because I hate it when he has an idea of my thought. Like, duh?! I do not like sharing my inspirational thoughts.
He explained, "This is our site. This is where I lived."
"Oh.." I breathed.
I don't know why Dylan found it necessary to bring me here. Herewith their campsite place, a very wide campsite. Of course, this place sure as hell, belonged to his father, Fernando. This was my first time coming here, he never let me see their place because accordingly, this place wasn't safe for me. I don't understand why, but I never tried to do some thorough digging about the cause and effect of that matter. I trusted Dylan more than anyone. And maybe Dylan was just being overprotective since he didn't have any female family members.
