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I came back for her.

My best friend’s little sis.
She was innocent.
Tempting as h*ll.
On prom night, she begged me to take her innocence.
Under the stars.
It was the best night of our lives.

And my best friend hated me for what I did.
He sent a gang to punish me.
Bruised and broken, I left town.
I did it to protect her.
Yet, I never forgot her taste, her smell, her sweet submission.

Now I’m back.
Older. Stronger. Ruthless.
She needs my help.
And she’s got secrets.
I’ll destroy those that want to hurt her.
And take my revenge.

This time I’m claiming what’s mine, once and for all.

My girl.
And my kid.

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I could see what I had dubbed the Mean Girl crowd staring at me. I smiled and winked. They all thought they were too good for a guy like me, but deep down, I knew they wanted to know what it was like to be with the bad boy. I was the kind of guy daddies forbade their daughters to date. My black hair was a little too long and I had been told on more than one occasion that my blue eyes were dangerous. I even rode a motorcycle. The funny thing was, the motorcycle was more of a necessity than an accessory. I couldn’t afford a car. The bike had been dirt cheap. With the help of my best friend, Liam Bennett, we had restored it and made it run like a dream.

Liam’s little sister Michelle was walking toward me, passing the crowd of little bitches, each of them rolling their eyes and then snickering as she moved through the crowd of high school seniors. Prom night was not my idea of a good time. I was doing this for Michelle. She had wanted to go to her senior prom. I had graduated two years ago but understood how important this night was for her and had agreed to put on a tux and escort her.

She was gorgeous. That was why the bitches were jealous. Michelle could light up a room and capture the eye of every male in the place. She was tiny with long dark hair and beautiful brown doe eyes. Her skin was flawless and had a natural olive tone that came from her mother’s Puerto Rican side of the family.

“Hey, beautiful.” I smiled, holding my hands out to land on her slim hips once she was close. “This dress is stunning. Actually, you are stunning. This dress should be thanking you for making it look good.”

“Thanks Elijah, you’re too sweet. I know this isn’t your thing. I always had this dream of going to prom one day, but it’s starting to look like it’s a lot of hype for nothing,” she said, looking around the room that was supposed to look like the bottom of the ocean.

“I would do anything for you, Michelle. You know that,” I told her, holding her hands and looking into her eyes. “Anything.”

“How about one more dance and then we can leave?”

I shook my head. “No way! This is your night. We stay as long as you like. I’m fine, Michelle. These guys don’t bother me.”

She glanced to her left. “People are staring.”

“Let them stare. They’re staring at you because you look beautiful in that dress. They’re jealous.”

She giggled softly, a slight blush on her cheeks. “I’m really not having that much fun. I’d like to dance a bit and then go. I can say I went to my prom. I have the pictures to prove it. I don’t need to impress any of these people. In a couple weeks, I’m never going to see any of them ever again.”

I nodded my head. “Okay. I get it. Let’s dance!”

The moment we hit the dance floor, the upbeat Black Eyed Peas song stopped and a Taylor Swift ballad came over the speakers. I looked at her, not sure if it was her idea of a dance. She smiled and stepped close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

We swayed back and forth, our bodies pressed against one another. I had fought my attraction to her for a long time. She was my best friend’s little sister. I had to keep reminding myself of that fact. But being that close to her was making me think about things I shouldn’t have.

She’s legal.

The two words drifted through my mind. Michelle and I had been in this weird sort of limbo with each other for years. She’d had a crush on me for a long time. Then we’d hung out together a lot and things had evolved. I began to see her as more than Liam’s little sister. We’d kissed a few times, but I had always stopped, knowing Liam wouldn’t approve.

When the song ended, Michelle looked up at me. “Now I’m ready.”

Her words had nothing to do with leaving the dance. I felt it too. I’d figure out how to deal with her brother later. I grabbed her hand and with long strides, I walked off the dance floor, heading straight for the double doors and the fresh air outside.

My bike wasn’t exactly the best transportation for prom night, but Michelle didn’t mind.

“Here,” I said, handing her a helmet and quickly pulling mine on.

I climbed on the bike, and she hiked up her fancy blue dress and climbed behind me, her arms wrapping around me, hugging me close. I headed for the hills. It was a place I knew well, having gone there several times before to drink and hang out with Liam when we were younger. Neither one of us had had great home lives growing up and had often fled the drama and hidden out high above the city.