Make You Beg

GRAYSON LAW

She gets into my car, and I toss her phone into her lap.

“What were you doing with it?” she asks.

“Open your messages,” I say.

A second later, she growls. “What the fuck?”

I smile. I had started a new group chat with the guys and added her to it. I titled it Our Little Doll. I guess she doesn’t approve.

“What is this for?” she asks.

“Communication,” I say simply. “Oh, and I messaged the picture of you topless in your bedroom for the guys to see.” I wink over at her before I jump on the highway.

She throws her head back on the headrest.

“Once we get to school, I’ll share the video of me getting you off as well from the other night when you crawled to Scout.”

“Law,” she snaps.

“Please, call me brother. I think it’s hot.”

She reaches over and punches me in the arm. I just laugh at her. “Frustrated? How about you suck my cock on the way to school? It might make you feel better.” I reach over and fist her hair and pretend I’m going to shove her head into my lap but allow her to pull away.

“I hate you,” she whispers.

That’s what makes this so fun. We’re going to take what’s left of Henley Greene and turn her inside out. She won’t know what’s up or what’s down once we’re done with her. She will learn to crave us to the point it hurts when she’s ignored. She’s like a dog you house train. You reward it for doing well and punish it for not obeying.

We pull up to the school, and I back into my parking spot next to Scout. I turn off the car and watch her sink down into the seat. “Embarrassed to be seen with me?” I arch a brow.

She looks over at me, straightening her shoulders and lets out an annoyed sigh.

I get out quickly and lock the doors with my key fob.

“Law?” She shouts my name, yanking on the handle. I did it on purpose so I could open the door for her.

Walking around the car, I unlock it just as I pull on the handle. I hold out my right hand for her to take it, and she shoves it away, murmuring curses at me.

Audible gasps can be heard from the kids gathered outside when they realize who just exited my car. I throw my arm over her shoulders, shutting the door and pull her into my side. I smile like the bastard I am as I drag her inside and parade her around as my very own, knowing the rumors are already being spread. By the end of the day, everyone in Westbrook will know that Henley Greene belongs to the Reapers.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

HENLEY

STEPPING OFF THE elevator, I walk through the double glass doors into the office of Holdings Publishing and step up to the receptionist desk.

“May I help you?” she asks, her brown eyes meeting mine. She’s got a cute pixie haircut and a small diamond stud in her nose. Can’t be older than twenty.

“I’m here to see Lisa,” I tell her. After the morning I’ve had, I needed to see her. She’s been on my mind. What she said to me—how she’s here for me and all that shit. She was genuine. I know that. She’s always been nice to me, and I feel awful for how I reacted. I shouldn’t be mad at her. My father is a different story.

She frowns, looking back at her computer. “She doesn’t have any appointments scheduled for this time.”

“Yeah, I didn’t schedule one,” I say, pushing hair behind my ear. “But if you could please …”

“I’m sorry, the answer is no.” She dismisses me.

I take in a calming breath, telling myself not to make a scene in my soon-to-be stepmother’s place of business. “I’m Henley Greene. She’s marrying my father, and I would like to see her. Please?” I say the last word through gritted teeth.

She looks back up at me. Opening her mouth, she shuts it and picks up her office phone sitting on her desk, pressing one. “Yes, Miss Holdings, there is a young lady here saying her name is Henley … Yes, ma’am.” She hangs up. “She will see you. Walk around the desk, take your first left, and her office is the last door on the right.”

“Thank you.” I pass women and men in the hall and feel underdressed. Everyone is wearing business attire, and I’m in jeans and a T-shirt. Walking up to her door, I knock on it.

“Come in,” she calls out.

I enter and look over the city of Westbrook. Three of her walls are nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows, showing off the elaborate town. I never get to see it from this angle. It almost makes the evil town look pretty. Like when it snows and covers the dog shit on the ground.