Chapter Eighteen
The sharp, mean words that Raven had thrown at my face in the kitchen simply would not leave my mind alone. They stayed right there beneath the surface of my thoughts, repeating over and over again on a cruel, endless loop like a song I absolutely hated but could not turn off no matter how hard I tried.
Virgin p***y and a pretty face.
When the novelty wears off.
Someone who actually understands this world.
I spent the entire rest of the long, suffocating day doing everything I possibly could to avoid the main communal areas of the large concrete clubhouse. I didn't want to see anyone. Every single time I caught a glimpse of Raven laughing easily with the patched club brothers in the hallway, touching Stone’s leather-clad arm in a casual way while she spoke to him by t
