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I lock eyes with her dad again His intense stare doesn’t hold a candle to ht—he doesn’t know me But I know about him

I know he’s a child of a nasty divorce like me

I know he hates blue-blooded, silver-spoon-wielding WASPs like me

But unlike rew up in the upper-class, upper-echelon of society He attended an Ivy League with his family’ssure Ryke Meadows has stepped foot in the kind of places I grew up

I talk more to Sulli “Akara has more in common with him anyway”

Ryke drops his ar “What’s that supposed to onistic

Be polite, Banks “It doesn’t matter, sir”

“Yeah it fucking does Say what you mean to say”

Akara backs up and stands beside aze makes me want to walk more recklessly, because I know Akara has my six Even if I detonate this bitch

“Cross the Schuylkill River”—sounds like skoo-kel frorew up”

Also, where Farrow lived as a kid

I point towards the northwest “Multi-million-dollar horew up” I lift a shoulder “Respectfully, that’s all I meant”

“Respectfully?” He cringes “Cut the fucking bullshit”

“Ryke,” Daisy nudges him “He just has manners”

“No, he’s a yes, sir kid,” Ryke says to ht—”

“No, sir,” I cut in heatedly, “I’ht me to never utter a disrespectful word to those older than irlfriend’s parents So excuseyou to hell and back”

Ryke goes from a boil to a low simmer “Sorry…” He exhales hotly, then looks to his wife, which helps hi smart with me”

I have said “respectfully” in a s times, so I understand why he popped off at me

Sulli holds out her hands like we’re all standing on thin ice that could shatter at any uneasy step “Are we okay?” She climbs off the stool, and Akara and I instantly look at her ass

Ryke is set to boil again “Get the fuck out” He points at the door

We ignore hi Sulli out, even if she has a s ass

Period blood is seeping through her jeans

“What?” Her brows furrow

Akara tells her, “You’re bleeding”