**** READ 'ON THE ROCKS' BEFORE 'WITH A TWIST'****
She gave up everything for the freedom of others.
She is their everything.
Need I say more?
Started: 26/5/24
Book cover background photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/8514686788211780/
#1 in MAF...
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"I need to go see my mother," Hazel announces as soon as she walks into the kitchen.
It's the first time we've seen her since she came home last night. She insisted on sleeping alone, confusing the four of us as she's not done that in months.
The cramps must have been really hitting her.
"Are you okay, little one?" Theo asks her as he brings his coffee mug to his lips whilst leaning against the kitchen counter.
We're all dressed in suits, ready to head out the door to work.
More specifically, to finally use Dominik to our advantage.
"I'm fine," she grits her teeth, her tone confusingly hostile.
Atlas peers over his laptop, analysing her with an intrigued look on his face.
"Who's gonna take me? Or should I get Sean to?" she continues, her tone still short. The annoyed look on her face makes my cock harden.
Oh to be the one to fuck this brattiness out of her.
If only she wasn't on her period.
The thought of blood on my dick makes it soften slightly, allowing me to think clearly again.
"I'll take you," I smile at her. Her eyes meet mine, her pupils softening slightly when she looks at me.
"Thank you," she nods and turns on her heel, heading upstairs to probably change out of her pyjamas.
Since when did she wear pyjamas instead of one of our shirts?
Weird.
Shrugging the thought off, I finish my coffee as I wait for her, saying goodbye to the guys as they head off to speak to Dominik again.
When she re-emerges, she's wearing an oversized black hoodie and leggings, her ebony hair braided into two dutch plaits. She's not wearing any makeup, letting her natural beauty shine through.
Her hazel eyes are impatient as she walks in, seemingly on edge to get to her mother's grave.
"Ready to go?" I ask her as I stand up and collect my car keys from the counter.
"Obviously," she mutters under her breath.
Oh Spitfire, when you're off your period, I swear-
Before I can finish that thought, she's speeding off out the front door to the garage. I unlock the car and watch as she scrambles into the passenger seat as quickly as possible.
It almost makes me chuckle how cute and impatient she can be sometimes.
Climbing into the drivers seat, I turn on the ignition and pull out of the drive. I switch on the radio, not being able to sit in Hazel's elected silence for the whole journey.
