The Wildflower (Ruthless Disciples #2) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Disciples Series by J.L. Beck
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
<<<<132331323334354353>154
Advertisement


Sebastian gestures for me to lead the way, and I do. He follows me, his presence more like a shadow. We enter the main room, and I find all my belongings in the same spot. I stack them up and shove them into my bag while he stands beside me, his hands in his pockets.

“How did you know he would be here?” I ask quietly.

“The guard called it in. Said he was asking about you. I should’ve known the first chance he got to see you without me there, he’d take it… but for some reason, I thought he might use the last two remaining brain cells in his head to make a better choice.”

All I can do is nod. I should’ve known too and expected it really. Drew’s been trying to see me every day since I came home from the hospital. I suppose I was naive to think he’d give me one day of peace.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Drew walking toward the front doors. As if someone dipped my skin in gasoline and lit a match, my entire body warms at the reminder of his presence. I’m drawn to him.

I want to drown in his darkness and let him breathe life back into me.

With everything put away, I start toward the door, my arms wrapped around my middle and my coat tucked between them. The cool air makes it easier for me to think, and my clouded thoughts appear in a new light.

I can’t believe I let him touch me. Again.

Worse, I melted like butter in his hands. I’m so disappointed and disgusted in myself. He could be your brother. We make it to the car, and I climb into the passenger seat. Across the parking lot, I watch Drew amble down the sidewalk, hands in pockets, swaggering like the king of the campus.

I guess he is.

Sebastian rushes around the car and climbs into the driver’s side, and as we pull away, Drew holds his hand up and gives me a little wave. I jerk my gaze forward, hoping Sebastian didn't catch that, knowing damn well he did. He sees everything.

I sink into the leather seat and let my thoughts run rampant. Trapped between them, how will I survive? And what the hell do I do if what he says was true?

If we're related… What does that even mean?

I’ve had enough surprises, and part of me thinks it’s a game to him. The other part says I can't pretend I didn’t hear his father’s words.

Deep down, I know I need to discover the truth.

And every fiber of my soul hopes he’s wrong because otherwise… I can’t fathom what it might mean for me and the person I am.

7

DREW

Sometimes in life, you have to be the bigger person even when you don’t want to be. I’m learning that. Learning that sometimes it’s not always about what I want. It sucks, but when you care about someone else's well-being more than your own, that’s the result. Sure, I could’ve beaten the shit out of Sebastian for taking her away from me, but I didn’t.

I've caused her enough pain. Even if fighting with him would’ve made me feel better, I know it would’ve only ended up hurting her in some way.

I'm actively trying to avoid doing that, at least on the emotional side.

Since the first moment I laid eyes on Bel, she was meant to be mine. The light to my darkness, the perfect mixture of pain and beauty. She gets off on submitting to me and giving me complete control.

Nothing has changed between us, not in the physical sense. She still reacts to my touch as I suspected she would. A person can’t turn off their feelings that easily. Parts of her might hate me, but that sick, twisted piece inside her pretty little head craves me. It craves my darkness, my chaos, and mayhem.

A gust of cold wind blows, and I shiver. I'll have to start wearing my jacket soon and making sure my little wallflower remembers hers when she is lost in her books and notes. I turn toward the other side of campus and jog up the driveway to The Mill house. The cold bites into my fingers enough to spur me up the stairs and through the front door at almost a sprint. Not fast enough to miss the plastic cups and trash littering the yard. All I can do is shake my head.

We need to get the new assholes out here to clean. I can only imagine how terrible the inside looks. New inductee time always means more people in the house, more strangers, trash, and mess.

The old me wouldn’t have thought much of it, not when it meant more girls would be around to choke on my cock. Now, I want only one girl on her knees for me. And she won't even have a full conversation with me. I mean, it is what it is, but I won’t be able to use my dick to subdue her forever. At some point, we need to be adults and talk about this shit rationally.


Advertisement

<<<<132331323334354353>154

Advertisement