"Then –"

"Compassion," Rourke snarled, dropping her phone on the floor and stamping his foot down on it.

"You broke my phone!" Britt screamed, looking furiously at Rourke.

"And I'll break your goddamn reputation next if you don’t walk the fuck away from us."

She narrowed her eyes. "You think this is over?"

Rourke shrugged. "Unless you want the nudes you sent me posted on every social media site and forwarded to everyone's inbox, then yeah, I think this is over."

"You wouldn’t dare."

"Push me, princess," he hissed in a menacing tone. "I fucking dare you."

Britt paled, showing her fear for the first time. She couldn’t take Rourke on and win, and she was smart enough to realize it. "Fuck you both," she screeched before storming away with Ashley hot on her heels.

"And remember the mantra; selfies before spreading shit, princess," Rourke called out mockingly. "Fucking bitch."

Still reeling, I glared after the girls. "You should get your brain checked out because there must be something very fucking wrong in there to think that it was a good idea to ever stick your dick in that poisoned pussy."

"True that," Rourke agreed with a sigh. "Hey, maybe I should trademark that."

"Trade mark what?"

"Selfies before spreading shit." He shrugged. "Could make a good tagline."

"It could," I agreed. "Or selfies before screenshots."

"Dude." He grinned. "We're fucking geniuses."

16 Molly

Over the next few weeks, Daryl and I fell back into the same pattern of co-dependency that had almost ruined us when it was prematurely severed in childhood.

I had my friend back and, for the most part, it felt like no time had passed, but some things had definitely changed.

Sometimes, it felt like we were magnets, drawn to one another without thought or permission. I knew that didn’t make any sense, but just being near him soothed an ache inside of me that I didn’t have a name for.

Affection between us evoked more feelings than it used to. His innocent touches, playful winks, and friendly hugs wreaked freaking havoc on my body.

For some reason, our relationship felt more intense.

Deeper…

"Eat a bag of dicks, Rourke," Mercy growled, dragging me back to the present, as she tossed a potato chip at her boyfriend's head.

Yeah, in the past month Mercy and Rourke's relationship status had evolved from it's complicated, to enemies with benefits, to steps that sexed, to full blown boyfriend and girlfriend.

"If anyone here needs to put a dick in their mouth then it's you." Snatching up the rogue potato chip mid-air, Rourke popped it in his mouth and waggled his brows. "Practice makes perfect, Six."

"Are you insinuating that I don't give good head?" she demanded, spine stiffening.

"Criticizing your oral skills would require you actually getting on your knees to give bad head, Six, and we both know you're a Jon Snow in that department."

Her eyes narrowed. "Meaning?"

He winked. "Meaning Six doesn't bend the knee."

"Oh, but I would, guys," Mercy shot back in a mocking purr. "If Rourke actually had something worth getting on my knees for."