laced with threat. In a twisted way, I keep thinking of the sister of mine he’s referring to, she’s me, not Fate. He’s trying to protect me like he protects Gretchen. Too bad he has the wrong sister. He’s protecting the entitled princess while the bastard child takes the hits. Fair? No. But Fate would have keeled over and died the first time he struck her. I know all about protecting your sister. He doesn’t have to drill it into my skull, punch after bitchslap.
Wil and I have a lot more in common than he believes. This raw open honesty that he shows for Gretchen strikes a chord within me. The pressure of responsibility choking the breath out of you, I feel it too. It’s too bad he thinks I am a stupid cunt; otherwise, I might have liked him. The tinge of blood in my mouth makes me dislike him, too.
“It’s best not to get too attached. I don’t want to know you. That’s why I want you to shut up. Firstly, your voice annoys me to no end. My God, I doubt you realize how grating your voice is. Secondly, I don’t need to know you like kittens while I’m smacking you around. I do have a conscience, but I won’t allow it to get in the way of my duty. Your actions threaten my sister, and I won’t hesitate to hurt you or yours.”
“Wil, I get it, ” I exhaustedly murmur. I stare down at my bleeding knuckles, wondering where I got those wounds. “Besides, I don’t like kittens,” I say to get a smile out of him. It doesn’t work, but at least my imminent death is no longer shining from his gaze.
“What are you to me? What is this about?” Wil is being reasonable, so I push my luck with some questions of my own.
“I’m your enforcer. I’m not here to coddle you or to cuddle you. I’m not your friend. I’m not some bad boy fantasy. I enforce the rules. I give you your assignments and make sure you do them, and then I act accordingly. All you need to know right now is that I tell you what to do and you do it. Pretty socialites get the whore jobs. Trust me, you don’t want mine.”
“I doubt that,” I disrespectfully mutter under my breath. I flinch, waiting for a hit that never comes.
“ While you had first communion and then cotillion and parties and graduations and vacations and acceptance to college, I was learning to hurt people. So if I ask you to please a man, you’ll do it,” Wil coolly warns.
I want to tell him I ’ve never experienced any of those things either, and that I’m more suited to con, cheat, steal, threaten, and hurt. I can’t. I’m Fate. I have to keep telling myself that I’m Fate. Daddy said Wil can never know I’m not.
“Cortez Ab ernathy,” Wil begins for the third time, and this time I keep my mouth shut. “You need to befriend him, date him, and keep an eye on him. Later on, when we’ve established trust between you and I, I will give you specific things I need from you. Right now, all I need is for you to seduce him.”
“You make that sound easy,” I choke out. I know nothing of boys. I never fancied them. It ain’t that I don’t like them, just didn’t seem important at the time. “He’s… he’s a kid. I’m not, remember? We don’t actually run in the same circles,” I lie. We run in exactly the same circles. Like in a few days, four classes a day , circles.
“I’ve done my homework. He’s a little douchebag who finds himself charming. He has ladies all over him, young and old alike. He’ll like a blonde, blue-eyed older woman. Trust me,” Wil says in a voice that is deeper than usual. He secretly grins to himself- a grin I’d never thought to see on his lips- it’s purely sexual, and it looks foreign on his cold, round face. It lends warmth that I thought him incapable. Enforcer or not, Wil’s still a teenage boy.
“What do I do?” I whine. “What do guys like?”
“How would I know?” Wil grumbles.
“You’re a guy!” I start to shriek, but hiss it out between my clenched teeth instead- mustn’t awaken sleeping
Wil and I have a lot more in common than he believes. This raw open honesty that he shows for Gretchen strikes a chord within me. The pressure of responsibility choking the breath out of you, I feel it too. It’s too bad he thinks I am a stupid cunt; otherwise, I might have liked him. The tinge of blood in my mouth makes me dislike him, too.
“It’s best not to get too attached. I don’t want to know you. That’s why I want you to shut up. Firstly, your voice annoys me to no end. My God, I doubt you realize how grating your voice is. Secondly, I don’t need to know you like kittens while I’m smacking you around. I do have a conscience, but I won’t allow it to get in the way of my duty. Your actions threaten my sister, and I won’t hesitate to hurt you or yours.”
“Wil, I get it, ” I exhaustedly murmur. I stare down at my bleeding knuckles, wondering where I got those wounds. “Besides, I don’t like kittens,” I say to get a smile out of him. It doesn’t work, but at least my imminent death is no longer shining from his gaze.
“What are you to me? What is this about?” Wil is being reasonable, so I push my luck with some questions of my own.
“I’m your enforcer. I’m not here to coddle you or to cuddle you. I’m not your friend. I’m not some bad boy fantasy. I enforce the rules. I give you your assignments and make sure you do them, and then I act accordingly. All you need to know right now is that I tell you what to do and you do it. Pretty socialites get the whore jobs. Trust me, you don’t want mine.”
“I doubt that,” I disrespectfully mutter under my breath. I flinch, waiting for a hit that never comes.
“ While you had first communion and then cotillion and parties and graduations and vacations and acceptance to college, I was learning to hurt people. So if I ask you to please a man, you’ll do it,” Wil coolly warns.
I want to tell him I ’ve never experienced any of those things either, and that I’m more suited to con, cheat, steal, threaten, and hurt. I can’t. I’m Fate. I have to keep telling myself that I’m Fate. Daddy said Wil can never know I’m not.
“Cortez Ab ernathy,” Wil begins for the third time, and this time I keep my mouth shut. “You need to befriend him, date him, and keep an eye on him. Later on, when we’ve established trust between you and I, I will give you specific things I need from you. Right now, all I need is for you to seduce him.”
“You make that sound easy,” I choke out. I know nothing of boys. I never fancied them. It ain’t that I don’t like them, just didn’t seem important at the time. “He’s… he’s a kid. I’m not, remember? We don’t actually run in the same circles,” I lie. We run in exactly the same circles. Like in a few days, four classes a day , circles.
“I’ve done my homework. He’s a little douchebag who finds himself charming. He has ladies all over him, young and old alike. He’ll like a blonde, blue-eyed older woman. Trust me,” Wil says in a voice that is deeper than usual. He secretly grins to himself- a grin I’d never thought to see on his lips- it’s purely sexual, and it looks foreign on his cold, round face. It lends warmth that I thought him incapable. Enforcer or not, Wil’s still a teenage boy.
“What do I do?” I whine. “What do guys like?”
“How would I know?” Wil grumbles.
“You’re a guy!” I start to shriek, but hiss it out between my clenched teeth instead- mustn’t awaken sleeping
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