Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 19

Alyssa

It's been a few hours since King and Niko left, and Mason is just sitting in an armchair, reading a book. Like, a physical book. Dressed in jeans and a dark-blue dress-shirt, he looks a lot hotter than I remember. I really didn't think I had a thing for forearms, but here we are. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing sinewy muscles and a dusting of hair that catches the light just right, making my heart do an annoying little flip.

It's not surprising that he has barely uttered a word to me. Even in high school, he rarely spoke. He just followed the other dumbasses around, ruling the school and finding time out of their day to fuck with me.

I still find it so strange that I'm allowing my former bullies to protect me and my child. They were so cruel to me. Now they're pretending to care about my well-being. I can't help but feel like I need to brace myself for when they revert to their former selves and stop with this whole charade.

I can't let my guard down with them completely.

I remember a particular time that they bullied me like it was yesterday:

I walk out of bio class when I accidentally walk right into a hard chest that nearly knocks the wind out of me. I lift my gaze to find cold, amber eyes staring right back at me. My heart sinks when I realize it's King.

"You're a clumsy little kitten, aren't you?" the asshole teases.

My eyes narrow into slits. "King," I spit out with disdain. As him, Niko, and Mason surround me like sharks, the other students walk around us, averting their gazes. I should say more like they're escaping. They're fucking escaping and leaving me to be devoured alone.

"Get on your knees and apologize for bumping into me," King demands, his tone deadly serious.

I snort, crossing my arms defiantly. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He cocks a brow, his gaze unwavering. "Does it look like I'm fucking kidding?"

My pulse quickens from the way he's looking at me. "If you were sane, you'd be," I retort.

A cruel smirk curls on his lips. "Either beg for my forgiveness or I can tell the entire school that you sucked all three of our dicks like a greedy little slut," he threatens, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"You wouldn't," I sneer, though my bravado wavers slightly.

"I would." His eyes gleam with malicious delight.