Either we’d be in for one hell of a show, or the sweetest ass to ever grace my bedroom was one meth-head with good aim away from debuting with her swan song.Of course, I promised to keep her out of trouble.And what did I get for my benevolence? Two pissed off brothers who thought I’d trade their baby sister’s safety for her virginity. I figured she was a virgin. Whoever wanted to taste Rose needed to get past her brothers before opening her legs. I didn’t mind the challenge, but I wasn’t going to deal with the bullshit. It didn’t matter how she stared with those baby bunny eyes, or how she nearly fell to her knees when I got tough with her. I fucked enough with her just holding her in Pixie. It didn’t get either of us off, but I wasn’t a monster. Not yet.We didn’t usually hold church on Friday mornings. And I usually didn’t have a woman holed up in my bedroom through the night. Anathema suffered all changes since The Coup nearly destroyed it. Rose cornered herself in my bedroom.
