“Seven, you can keep Lori company for a bit.”
Panic seizes me, and I shoot him a desperate look. I don’t know what to do with children, or teenagers, or whatever she is. I only know hollow-eyed, terrified kids, not ones who are well-adjusted and happy.
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"Get your hole slick for me," I text. "I’m going to fuck you against the wall, so hard you won’t be able to stand after."
The reply comes instantly. "Promise?"
I laugh. Only Seven would be this willing to drop everything for a pounding.
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“Are you okay? Did Sebby set you up with a therapist?”
Seven goes still. “What? Why would he?”
I grimace. “Because what happened was traumatic,” I say carefully. “It wouldn’t be a bad—”
“No,” Seven interrupts, his expression going distant. “I’m not seeing a therapist.”
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“I’m not fragile!” I burst out, even though my outburst probably proves the opposite. “You don’t have to treat me like I am!”
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“What are we betting?” Caleb asks. “Pennies? Burritos?”
“You said Seven loses 52% of the time?” Vortex asks, taking a bite of his taco.
I scowl at him.
Vortex grins right back at me. “Every time he loses, he takes off another piece of clothing.”
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“Are you holding up all right, Caleb?” he asks, his voice careful. “You weren’t all there in that meeting.”
I give him a crooked smile. “It must be really bad, if you noticed.”
Vortex scowls. “Doesn’t help that your eyes were red when Havoc and I got there today.”
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“It was my birthday,” I tell him, my voice little more than a whisper. “I think I was… sixteen? Maybe. I don’t know. Sixteen, the first time.” I laugh, but the sound is broken somehow, and I don’t know how to pull these words together.
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“You smell so good, Seven.”
I make a face. “I really, really don’t,” I tell him. “I smell like sweat, my face is all red, and I’m all around gross.”
“Yeah. It’s great.” Havoc pushes my shirt up to expose my belly—which does not have abs the way Havoc’s does. “All natural.”
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Please, I want to say. Please don’t hurt me.
He’s going to anyway, and she’d be so angry if I begged him to go easy on me.
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