Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

I choose my seat at the back of class. This will be my seat for the year. I like routines and order, and I guess now Mason is a part of that as he sits beside me, unpacking his things on the desk. My mind wanders to how his body reacted to my commands. Has it always been like that? I guess I never took much notice before, Nor did I try to command the almost seven foot hulk of a man before. I’m going to have to test this theory….

“Take off your jacket.” I tell him while still focusing some of my attention on Halden at the f

front of the classroom.

“What?”

I turn my head to him and raise an cycling

back of his chair.

His lip quivers before he complies, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the

He looks at me like he wants a reward. That gives me so much satisfaction. I don’t get to control anything in my life, ever. Could it be that maybe I can control him? I leave the rest hanging in the wind as I focus back on my work, only giving Mason my attention when there is something new brought up that he might not understand. I make notes of things do study for later and other things that Mason will need to learn to be able to understand the topic. The bell for lunch rings and I’m feeling slightly playful now.

“I’m going to the bathroom, to actually pee. Are you coming to watch?” I ask him quietly as we slip out of the room.

“Do you want me to, Princess?” He says with his usual cold expression.

“Hmm…no, you can go get the food trays and wait at the table for me.”

He leaves and I go in to do my business and take another pill to kill the headache coming on. Back in the lunch hall I see him at our usual table with two trays of food. We’ve never had lunch without my brothers, and they always sit across from us. Now with that side of the table unoccupied I’m unsure of where I should sit. I stop at the end of the table and Mason

looks up to me.

“Do you need something, Isla?”

ruthfully I don’t know where to sit without Kaiden and Hunter here.” I point to the empty side of the table.

“Well… truthfully I don’t

y sit where you like, you’re in charge.”

“You may

I cock my eyebrow and hold my hand on my hip, smirking at him. In charge of who exactly?”

He splutters on thin air. Something I’ve never seen from him, pure shock. I like the sight of it. It fuels something in me, so

I take my usual seat beside him and let the question hang in the air. For now, that is, I make a point of sitting slightly closer to him today, our shoulders brush as we eat silently.

“Do you know what time my brothers will be home tonight?”

“No.”

I roll my eyes and continue my lunch until the bell rings.

“Well, this was fun. I guess I’ll see you at the end of the day.” I say getting up and putting our trays in the bin.

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“Wait for me outside your class. I will get you from them.

“Say please.” I tease.

He looks around the almost empty hall, stepping forward and leaning in so that only I can hear him.

“Please. He whispers in my car and holy fucking hell, yep that did something.

“O–Okay. I’ll wall.”

I watch him walk off with a smug smile on his face. He knows what he just did,

The rest of the day is uneventful. Without any of the guys in my last two classes I’m able to do an exchange with Sebastion which surprises him when I take a seat next to him.

“Where’s your bodyguards today?” He asks.

“Oh, they finally released my chains for the day.” I smirk at him as we pass money and goods

“My brother is having a party this

“Can I bring a friend?”

“Is she cute?“.

goods under the table.

a party this weekend. You should come.” He writes down an address and passes it to me.

“Very.” I wink at him and show him a picture of Mia on my phone screen.

At the end of class I wait for Mason, not for long as I see him walking up the hall with two motor bike helmets.

“What is this?” I point to them.

“Our ride. I had one of the guys bring my bike.”

My eyebrows shoot upwards. “Is that safe?”

“If you’re with me, it is.”

I follow him out to the carpark where a shiny black Harley sits in our reserved spot. I’ve seen him work on it in the garage before but never have I lingered long enough to see him on it. He sits his helmet on the seat and turns to me. “May I help you…please?”

“You may.” I say passing him the helmet. He tucks my hair behind my ears and slides the helmet on, doing up the straps under my chin and ensuring its on properly before putting his on and straddling the bike. He motions for me to get on and I have no idea what I’m doing so I place my hand on his shoulder to support myself. His shoulder muscles tense under my hand before they relax.

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