My uncle sits beside me, grinning like a fucking idiot, and I try not to look back at the posturing dickhead that keeps kissing and touching my Mounty. The rage that grows inside my chest expands until I can’t breathe and it’s only the echo of her words, the rules she told me back in her room, bouncing around inside my skull that stops me from reaching forward and choking him the fuck out. He watches her like he’s picking out the inches of her skin that he’s going to brand with his mark to keep her chained by his side. It’s risky because I’ll be facing Lips and there’s no way I can look at her while the Jackal watches us both. He climbs in beside me and we sit in the rearward facing seats. I hate it I hate what my life is costing everyone, but if it keeps Lips safe too, then I’ll play along. Lips warned me about protocol and I know this is a clear move from my uncle, telling the Jackal I’m a protected player. Bulletproof, flame retardant, and supposedly able to withstand a bombing, it’s not a status symbol.ĭiarmuid drops his arm from where it’s slung around my shoulders to open the door and usher me in. It looks fucking showy, but it’s the unseen elements that make it worth well over the mil mark. The BMW waiting for us is the same type my grandfather owns. I’m going to fucking hate it, but maybe it’ll keep her safe. It’s a statement, a public claiming, and I know that when we return to school for our junior year Lips will be treated with a whole new level of suspicious reverence. I’m forced to walk behind the sick fuck who is holding Lips at his side, pressing her into him until they’re moving as one.Įvery eye at Hannaford is on us, the building is holding its breath as we walk out to the waiting car.

Make My Move by J. Bree