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Play Rough (Black Rose Kisses #2)(2)
Author: Eva Ashwood

But I have to keep it together if I want this to work.

I grit my teeth and head into the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower while I strip out of my sweaty clothes. I have to keep the mask up and my emotions under wraps. The guys can’t know anything is different, or everything will be ruined. If they find out, who knows what the fuck they’ll do to me. I don’t want to end up dead like my dad.

The hot water of the shower helps a little, beating down on my skin and tired muscles, washing away the sweat. I stand beneath the spray, letting it cascade down my body, head tipped back and eyes closed. If a few tears fall, then at least they’re washed away with the water as it swirls down the drain, and I take the time to clear my head as best I can while I wash up.

After what feels like a long time, I step out of the shower into the steamy bathroom, drying off and wrapping a towel around myself before I walk into the bedroom in search of clothes.

Then I freeze mid-step.

Rory is standing just inside the bedroom door, leaning against the doorframe. He grins as our gazes meet, giving me that same look from downstairs in the gym—only there’s more heat in his green eyes now from catching me in just a towel. He’s shameless, and it’s a sign of just how off my game I am that I don’t even feel mad to see him standing in my room uninvited, staring at me like he wants to devour me.

“I told you to be prepared for the tat,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.

I almost smile at the joke, my lips turning up just a bit at the corners, but it falls flat. I can’t even muster an eye roll like I usually do. Everything in me is screaming at me to act normal and push through the raw emotions churning in my chest before he figures out something is up, but I’m still having a hard time.

And Rory clearly notices. His smile fades, and he looks at me seriously, making a move like he’s going to step closer but then stopping himself.

“What’s going on, Hurricane? I know something’s wrong.” He cocks his head a little, his brows pulling together. “I could tell downstairs. You never let me get away with that much shit.”

I open my mouth to make some rebuttal, but nothing comes out. Shit. That’s not exactly helping. I just shake my head instead, hoping he’ll think I’m just tired or something.

“Mercy,” he presses, finally taking that step forward. “Come on. I’m not stupid. Just tell me what’s up.”

I swallow as I look at him, and he just stares right back, folding his arms in a way that makes it clear he’s not going to budge until I tell him something.

 

 

2

 

 

Fuck. Fucking fucking fuck.

He looks really worried. I don’t know if I’ve just been doing a bad job of pretending like everything is okay, or if apparently Rory just knows me well enough by now to read when I’m having an off day and realize when there’s something bothering me.

I try not to think too hard about what that means or how it makes me feel. Getting into that mess of feelings isn’t going to do anything but make it harder for me to play the role I need to play here.

But at the same time, I know I can’t just brush him off and tell him I’m fine when he’s standing there looking at me with concern on his face. Usually he’s all easy grins and teasing and flirting, so it’s strange to see him looking so serious, especially when it’s because he’s worried about me.

He came all the way up here to check on me, and I have to say something or he’ll probably get even more suspicious about my attitude.

I sigh and swallow hard, looking at the floor instead of at him because it’s a whole lot easier to contend with the hardwood than the look on Rory’s face.

“I’m feeling kind of… fucked up, I guess,” I admit, licking my lips.

“Did something happen?” he asks, and he’s using that soft voice that means he’s trying to be gentle with me in case something did happen. I don’t know if this makes it better or worse. “Is there anything I can do?”

Goddammit. That part definitely makes it worse.

I can’t tell him the truth—that I watched his friend shoot my dad and I have no idea what he knows about it—so I shake my head, answering both questions at the same time.

“No, it’s just… um…” I lick my lips, my mouth going dry. “It’s that the anniversary of my mom’s death is coming up pretty soon, and I always get kind of down when it comes around.”

That’s not even a lie, really. The anniversary is coming up, and I usually spend a lot of time thinking about her around this time of year. I’ve just been too preoccupied with thinking about Dad and what to do about the Black Roses to really dwell on it. Usually, Dad and I will make her favorite meal and eat it together, toasting to her memory, but not this year. There’s a throb of pain in my chest when I remember that now I don’t have any parents at all, and I close my eyes, trying not to spiral down that rabbit hole. I can’t let Rory see me falling apart, and there’s no point to it anyway.

A look of sympathy passes over Rory’s face when I open my eyes to look at him again.

“I’m sorry,” he says, sounding like he means it. He crosses the last bit of space between him and my bed and sits down. “I know how shitty that feels.”

I frown, surprised. “You do?”

He nods. “Yeah. My parents died in a fire when I was pretty young. Our house burned down in the middle of the night.”

“Oh. Shit. I… I didn’t know that.” I blink at him, shocked by his words. I had no idea he had so much tragedy in his past.

Something compels me to move from the spot where I froze coming out of the bathroom, and I cross over to sink down on the bed next to him, still wrapped in my towel.

“Were you in the house too?” I ask. “When it happened?”

“Nah, I was sleeping over at a friend’s place for the night. Got woken up in the middle of the night by the police calling my friend’s parents, telling them what happened. They didn’t tell me until the next morning because it was already over by the time they called. I guess they wanted me to have that one night of sleep before my whole life got turned upside down. It was a long-ass time ago, but—” He shrugs. “I still miss them. I get how that kind of loss fucks you up.”

It surprises me to hear that he’s gone through a tragedy like that. He’s usually so chill and happy, and I never would have guessed there was pain like that under it all. I don’t want to have anything in common with any of these guys, especially now, but it’s clear from the look on Rory’s face that he understands the feeling of being alone and missing your parents after losing them.

My mom’s death is less fresh, but it’s still not exactly easy to think about her, even now. Especially with the pain of Dad being gone right on top of it. But I can’t talk about him—not to Rory, not to anyone—so I do the next best thing.

“My mom was… amazing from what I can remember.”

“Were you young when she died?” Rory asks.

I nod. “Yeah. Sometimes I worry I’m going to forget what she looked like, so I keep all the pictures we have of her. Just so she’s never really gone, you know? I remember her being happy all the time. She would sing in the house while she did dishes or ran the vacuum, and she was a terrible cook.” I laugh, thinking about that. “She could make spaghetti and meatballs, and that was about it. But whenever I came out of my room and smelled that sauce and garlic bread, I knew it was going to be a good night.”

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