Make You Beg

“I almost believed you,” she says with a rough laugh. “I hate to admit it, but I fell for your shit.”

“Henley.” He looks up at her and stands. “I didn’t …”

“Save it,” she snaps, interrupting him. “I know who and what you are. And I’ve come to the conclusion that that’s enough.” With that, she turns and exits the room as well.

“Dax?” I snap. “What the fuck is going on? What was on that piece of paper?” And why did Law have it, and Henley know what was on it?

He ignores me and runs his hands through his hair aggressively. I get tired of being out of the loop, so I bend down and snatch the piece of paper. I look it over; my eyes catch sight of what’s so important, and my heart starts to pound in my chest. My eyes shoot to Monroe. “Where did they get this?”

He leans over, grabs the Waterford vase sitting on the end table, and throws it across the room, where it hits a wall. “Son of a bitch!” he shouts.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

HENLEY

WHEN I MAKE it to the top of the stairs, feeling winded after the night I’ve had, I look at my bedroom door. Then I look to my right at Law’s. I don’t know why, but my feet have me going to his. I knock on the door.

“Go away,” he growls, and I actually smile.

Ignoring him like he always does me, I turn the knob and enter.

Lying in bed, he has his back against the headboard shirtless and his hair is still damp, letting me know he took a quick shower to wash off the night’s events. He’s holding a joint in his hand.

I walk over to him and plop down, taking it from him. Bringing it to my lips, I take a long drag. This is what I need. To get high and pass the fuck out. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. My body aches everywhere. Deep down in my bones.

“Careful,” he warns. “Sleep in my bed, and you gotta give up the pussy or give me head. But take my weed …” He shakes his head. “You gotta give up your ass.”

“Have at it,” I say, knowing he wants it.

He arches a brow and takes the joint back. He brings it to his lips and inhales. Then after a second, he blows it in my face.

“Your mom is mad at you,” I say, filling the awkward silence. Not only did we fake my death but I also bled on him and puked on him. That’s new, even for us.

He throws his head back, laughing. “She’ll get over it.” Leaning forward, he pushes a piece of stray hair behind my ear. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Will you get over it?” he asks, lowering his voice to that gravel tone that makes my breath quicken.

I look down at his comforter, trying to pretend this isn’t intimate. Law has a way of making anything sexual. A touch, a look, or a single word. He makes you feel things you know aren’t right.

“We can all say we were just fucking around with you, little doll. But we each love you in our own way.”

I look up at him through my lashes, surprised by his words. “And how do you love me?” The words are barely a whisper, but I know he heard them.

He cups my cheek that he punched gently, but I lean into his warm touch. “I love you more than Dax ever could but less than Scout.” He tilts his head to the side as if in thought. “Some men aren’t meant to have one toy for the rest of their lives.”

The door opens, and I jump back, my head turning to look over my shoulder, and the quick movement makes me flinch. Scout stands in the doorway. “What are you two doing in here?” he demands as if he’s a dad catching his daughter with some random guy alone in her bedroom.

“Smoking.” Law offers him the joint. “Want a hit?”

“No.” He steps into the room and looks at me. “Henley, why don’t you go start a shower. I’ll meet you in there.” He made it sound like a suggestion, but we all know it’s not.

I look back at Law, seeing if he’ll say otherwise.

“Get going, little doll.” He leans back against his headboard and takes another hit.

With heavy feet, I get up, hating that he dismissed me so easily.

GRAYSON LAW

Henley exits my room, and Scout slams my door shut.

“Maybe you need something a little stronger than weed,” I offer.

“I’m not done with you!” he growls.

I smile. “Well, I jacked off while in the shower. You’re gonna have to give me a few more minutes before I can go for a second round.”

“Law,” he snaps. “I’m serious. You have a lot of shit to explain. The first being why the fuck didn’t you tell me about your plan?”