“Riding my bike is better for the environment,” he parroted, seriously whacked out in the head. Puffing up, he cuffed his big biceps with a head shake. “Jesus, Rick really outdid himself with you lot. I mean, could you be more of a Girl Scout?”
“Could you be more of an asshole?”
The words escaped so quickly, too quickly, and I couldn’t stop them. I’d been on fire.
He’d made me mad.
I never said things like that to people. I may have thought them once or twice, but never did I actually say things like that. It just wasn’t in my character, but he was driving me crazy.
His eyes went crazier.
Hands grappling my handlebars, he jutted my bike forward and attempted to throw me off it.
“Stop!”
He didn’t stop, tugging on my handlebars and with a strong push, I pedaled off and darted in the other direction. I thought I was free, getting to the backyard.
The rake handle came out of nowhere.
It intercepted my spokes, stopping my wheel, and I flew forward.
My scream hit the air as I bypassed my handlebars completely, literally flying over them. The ground came quickly.
But I hit a chest first, a firm one when my stepbrother tackled me up and got me flush against his hard body.
“Let go, psycho!” I slapped at his chest, fighting him, but he was too strong. My arms gathered, he pinned them at my sides, dragging me up his body.
He grinned. “Oh, please struggle,” he said, pulling me close.
His actual cock probed at my tummy, and a quake hit the entirety of my limbs that he was actually getting off on this.
My stepbrother was truly a psychopath, the devil masked as a beautiful god, and I started to scream, until his gaze past over my shoulder. He let go of me quickly, so quick I actually fell to my knees on the dirt.
“And what’s this?” came from behind me, Jaxen’s eyes on the small volcanic eruption that had been my purse. It launched off into the yard when I flew over my bike handles.
And my purchase had been inside.
I’d taken the pill, but still had the box it came in. I should have thrown it away behind the pharmacy when I’d had the chance.
I should have thrown it all away.
I knew that the moment my stepbrother got the box in his hands. He studied it for what felt like forever, and every second that pas
sed, a slow dread moved through me. If he looked deranged before.
Nothing but pure evil faced me now.
He didn’t even look upset, merely smiling in response. “So the Girl Scout isn’t so perfect. What? You miss a birth control pill?”
“Give that back.” I reached for it, but he grabbed me again—hard. He jerked my arm behind my back, and I called out.
His nose brushed mine. “Or did you lie to me?” he growled, tugging my arm harder. “You a liar? You’re not on the pill?”
“I am, but I missed a couple.”
“You missed a couple.” A dark chuckle, his lips pulling apart against the bridge of my nose. He bit down on it a little. “I think you lied, sis. I think you never were on birth control.”
“I was. I am. I swear. I just missed a couple. That’s why I took the pill. I wasn’t trying to trap you or anything. Jaxen…”