Break Your Little Heart – Heartbreak Hill Read Online Charleigh Rose

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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
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“You know that for a fact?” Shayne asks, biting on the tip of her thumb.

I shrug. “If Samuel’s to be believed. He was gloating about getting away with it, letting us know that if we push any further, there’ll be hell to pay, etcetera, etcetera. Typical super villain shit.”

“This isn’t a fucking joke,” Thayer says.

“I seem to remember you being amused during my speech on New Year’s.”

“If that’s true,” Shayne cuts in, her voice soft and hesitant. “Then there’s no chance Christian ran away?”

For the first time since we’ve started this conversation, no one has anything to say. Silence falls over the room, the air thick with the fear no one wants to voice, the obvious conclusion no one wants to jump to. The very thing I haven’t let myself consider because I don’t know how or if it changes anything.

We knew there was a chance that our uncle did something to Samuel, but until now, I didn’t actually believe it. Never thought he’d go that far, especially when he went through all the trouble to protect Christian the night that Danny died. But it wasn’t really about Christian at all, was it? It was about the family name. It was about his name.

“It’s possible that Christian turned him in and then disappeared before Samuel even knew what was happening,” Valen chimes in, breaking the silence. We all nod, as if it’s an acceptable theory, but I don’t think anyone truly believes it. Not even Valen.

Thayer does that thing he does when he’s thinking hard, biting down on the piercings at the corner of his lip before he looks to me. “You up for a drive to the city tomorrow?”

“You really want to bring Dad into it? We don’t know what he knows or what he’s in on. Maybe that’s why he’s been so insistent that we let him handle it.” Call me naïve, but it’s only just occurred to me. We don’t know who to trust or how deep this shit runs.

He shrugs. “Then it’s time we find out what he knows.”

I nod, glad to be on the same page for once. I’m sick of being in the dark.

“I can stay here with the girls,” Grey offers.

My lips twitch when both Valen and Shayne cut him dirty looks, offended by the idea.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Thayer concedes. He might not like the guy who shares half of our DNA, but he knows he’ll protect Shayne more than anyone.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shayne says, both her and Valen rising from the couch at the same time.

“Get out.” Valen points to the door.

Thayer looks to Shayne, eyebrows raised.

“Shoo,” she says, gesturing with her hands. “All of you out.”

“Why me?” I ask. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You would’ve if we gave you the chance,” Shayne says.

“Guilty by association.” This comes from Valen. “Go be big, strong heroes across the hall and leave us weak targets in peace.”

“If my services aren’t needed, I’m out,” Grey says, walking over to Shayne. “You guys can always come stay with me, if it comes down to it.”

“In your smelly dorm with your roommate? No thanks. You’re all overreacting.” She laughs, hugging Grey. Her voice is too quiet to make out the rest of what she’s saying, but it sounds like she’s thanking him for something. He nods, his chin on the top of her head. When she pulls back, he ruffles her hair.

“Later, fuckers,” Grey says to the room, and a second later, he’s gone. Shayne follows Thayer to the door before they both step out into the hall for a heated discussion, leaving only Valen and me on opposite sides of the living area.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Valen asks.

“Probably something along the lines of me Tarzan, you Jane. Must keep you safe. I’m pretty sure the lightning incident fried both of their brains.”

Valen’s soft laughter goes straight to my dick. “It’s called being in love,” she says, mocking, her eyes widening.

“And what do you know about the subject?” I ask, crossing the room. A crease forms between her eyebrows, and I immediately regret putting it there.

“Not a thing,” she says, folding her arms across her chest in a defensive stance as I eat up the distance between us.

I pull her arms down before rubbing the pad of my thumb across her nipple until it hardens beneath her shirt. “So you don’t love it when I do this?” I ask, pinching lightly, earning a soft gasp from her pretty lips, her eyes darting toward the door before flicking back to meet mine. Moving lower, I trace the outline of her pussy lips through her thin leggings, running my middle finger up the center until it brushes against her clit. “What about when I’m on my knees with my tongue in your pussy? You don’t love that?”


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