Kept from You Read Online Nashoda Rose (Tear Asunder #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
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“I know, but not here. The school won’t give you another chance and your dad—”

“Fuck him.”

Sculpt tensed. “I get it, man. You know I do, but you can’t risk it.”

Killian swore beneath his breath then released Josh’s shirt and stepped back. “Tell him to meet me.”

“Yeah. Okay. Sure, Kite.” Josh scrambled to pick up his books, slammed his locker and took off.

“You’re going to get expelled,” Sculpt said. “The principal said no more chances. If he saw that, you’d be history.”

“Josh and his brother are bad news.” Killian leaned up against the locker beside me, but it was as if I no longer existed because he completely ignored me.

I thought it was fairly safe to move, grab my things and slip away, so I crouched to pick up my math book.

“You’re Savannah, right?”

I looked up with my hand on my book, and Killian was looking at me, but it was Sculpt who had spoken.

Ummm, why was he talking to me?

Neither guy had spoken to me before. Even when I’d seen them in a local coffee shop they hung out at with a couple other guys not from our school, they didn’t acknowledge me.

“It’s Savvy,” I corrected.

“I’m Sculpt. You meet Kite?”

For a millisecond, I considered laughing because it was so ridiculous that he was introducing himself and Killian.

Seriously, what person did not know who they were?

Within five seconds of the first day of secondary school, I knew Kite’s name. I found out weeks later his real name was Killian, and ever since that was who he was to me.

I loved his name, and I didn’t like what his nickname meant. There was more to his fighting than him preying on others. It was like… he was so angry and tormented by something that he had to fight, but maybe he didn’t want to. So, he fought the bullies and assholes.

Or I was just making up my own excuse for him.

“You help out the school nurse,” Sculpt said.

“Yeah,” I replied.

I placed supply orders, dressed the odd scrapes and wounds, nothing substantial, but I had my first aid certificate. I’d never treated Killian or Sculpt for anything.

I suspected Killian wouldn’t have a nurse or anyone else treat him for minor cuts or injuries. It would have to be serious before he saw the nurse. Plus, I imagined he was accustomed to injuries and bandaged himself.

“You good at keeping your mouth shut?” Sculpt asked

What kind of question was that? I wasn’t outspoken by any means, or prone to gossip. Actually, I only had a few friends to gossip with anyway. “I’m not going to say anything about this, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Nope. Wasn’t asking for that reason,” he replied.

Killian’s eyes narrowed and his back stiffened, but he remained silent.

Even though I was scared and nervous of Killian, he was hard not to admire because he was striking. And you’d know if he kissed you, it would be absolutely incredible.

My bestie, Mars, said he was cute.

But you didn’t call a lion cute. Majestic. Magnificent and maybe even beautiful. But definitely not cute.

Sculpt bent and curled his fingers around my elbow to help me stand.

I stood, and my gaze locked on Killian. He was still watching me, his expression cold and unreadable.

Sculpt’s hand dropped from my elbow.

Killian turned away first, and I thanked God because there was no way I was able to stop myself from peering into those eyes. And my heart wouldn’t stop doing those thrills.

He is not a god, Savvy.

Just a guy with beautiful eyes who I wanted to have my first kiss with.

I cleared my throat and raised my knee to balance my bag on it while I unzipped it and quickly shoved my math textbook inside. I rezipped, lowered my leg and shut my locker.

My hand trembled as I fiddled with the padlock and I couldn’t get the shackle of the lock to catch.

“I have a job for you,” Sculpt said.

Damn it. I had to redo the code.

“Sorry, pardon?” I asked, then dropped my bag between my legs and spun the dial one way then the other, then back the other way.

“A job,” Sculpt said. “It’s fast, quick cash, and most of the time you won’t have to do anything except show up.”

“That doesn’t sound legal.” But regardless of what the job was, I was anxious to pay for dance classes, and I couldn’t get a job because most places wouldn’t hire me being only fifteen.

Since my dad died, money was really tight, and my mom paying for dance or even helping out was out of the question.

My lock finally latched and I spun the dial.

“Not her,” Killian said.

My eyes lifted to his through a strand of my wild, red curls, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t because he was watching me again, and it wasn’t emotionless this time.

It was annoyed.


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