You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 74

Easton

I’m going to kill someone today.

I’m sure of it.

Anger is boiling inside my chest. Nothing Harper says or does can calm me down. I don’t give a fuck if she ran into Blake in the hallway, if it was by accident, if she didn’t want to talk to him-I don’t want her around him.

Period.

I don’t want her to even acknowledge that motherfucker exists.

Knowing my temper, I avoid him all day, so I don’t try to fight him in the hallway, but on my way to one of my last classes, I see him. He’s sitting on one of the tables in the cafeteria, talking to a girl I used to fuck. The look he’s giving her is the same one he gave to Harper earlier.

A look that’s never going to come across his face again.

I’m going to make sure of that.

I rush through the entrance and the second I reach him, I grab him by the fucking collar and haul him up off the table. “You want to talk to Harper?” I blast at him. “You talk to me first.”

He laughs like an egotistical cocksucker. “What, are you feeling threatened, Easton? Worried she might like my cock more than yours?” He smiles. “I’d be worried, too.”

“Easton!” Harper shouts from the doorway, rushing through the cafeteria, her hands now on my waist, trying to get me to release Blake. “Don’t do this,” she pleads. “Please don’t do this.”

His smile grows as he says, “Gonna listen to your girl?”

“I can’t wait to hear this,” Aisha says, who’s now joined us, standing behind Blake. “This

is going to get good.”

A fire is licking through my veins as I continue to hold him by the throat, my anger causing me to see red.

I tell him. “With your bullshit, your lies, the way you won’t back off my girl. She’s mine, Blake.” My

unclench the fingers of my free hand from

you talk a lot of shit,” Blake goads, his lips wide, almost comical like The Joker. “But that’s all

I’m fucking done.

my arm back, my fist aiming for his nose. I punch him with all the strength I have and the

scream fills

echoes through the

Blake’s nose

Blake shouts, covering his face, the

at all, the hate is still running through

and

But it’s not enough.

covering most of his

I spit. “Move

cries, “you’re going to

Leigh says from behind me, the feel

she orders, and then drags me several steps back before she says to

win, so when her hand stays on my shoulder, leading me

me in a chair in front of her desk do I start,

hand. “Take a

A breath?

Fuck that, I’m fuming.

are parts of Blake’s face that still need to be pummeled with

hair, my hands twitching in anger. “You need

side that’s closest to me. “You know that isn’t the way this works. I’m the one in control here.” As she swings her legs in the air, her skirt rides higher on her thighs. “And this little stunt just landed you in a heap of trouble.” She pauses. “You know I can protect you but fighting in school crosses

my knuckles. “He deserved

“What am I going to do with you, Easton?” She begins to play with the top button of her shirt. “You probably broke his nose. There are witnesses …” The top button pops open, and her legs widen, stretching the limits of her skirt. “This is grounds

at the roots.

Fuck.