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.

him. “With your bullshit, your lies, the way you won’t

me, trying to unclench the fingers of my free hand

The Joker. “But that’s all you are-full of shit. You’ve got

I’m fucking done.

I punch him with all the strength I have and the second my skin connects with his, a sharp pain explodes

fills

echoes through

gushes from Blake’s nose only adds to the

face,

all, the hate is still running through

moves back again and Harper shouts,

But it’s not enough.

his face, I can

more of me, you motherfucker?” I spit. “Move your fucking hand so I can knock

“you’re going to get

says from behind

orders, and then drags me several steps back before she says to Blake, “Go to the

so when her hand stays on my shoulder, leading me out of the cafeteria and into her office, I say

chair in front of her desk do I

her hand.

A breath?

Fuck that, I’m fuming.

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

hair, my hands twitching in anger. “You need to listen to

“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

my knuckles.

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

my hair at the

Fuck.