by Wendi Wilson
“Before or after I get my present?” he asked, nipping at my neck.
“After,” I replied. “Definitely after.”
The secrecy of our little party didn’t dampen our spirits because we refused to let it. It was just the way it had to be, so we made the best of it.
While I had a hard time believing the Bellamys would or even could ship their daughter off to marry some old dude in Europe, the guys assured me it was no idle threat. They were ridiculously rich and had rich-people connections.
Until Stella was eighteen and could legally move out of their house, she was under their thumbs. And everyone else was under their control. But the twins becoming legal adults wouldn’t solve everything.
Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy still controlled Cooper and Theo’s parents as surely as they controlled their children. If the boys refused to follow the path set before them—meaning marry the bitch squad and produce heirs—the parents would cut them off. No inheritance. No college tuition. No prospects.
While they were each adamant they didn’t care, that they wanted to live their own lives no matter the cost, I wasn’t ready to let them give it all up. It wasn’t about the money so much as the principle of the matter—the people who were supposed to love and cherish them above all else were only using them as pawns in their own success.
It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair. My rebellious streak screamed at the injustice of it all, begging me to do something about it. To make a plan.
And I was really good at making plans.
For the time being, I let it go. We’d meet in secret while the Rogues continued on in public as if nothing had happened. They would suffer the company of the Roguettes, keeping up appearances for their parents’ sake.
We had one year until Stella and Mason turned eighteen and could get away from those assholes. One year to make sure the twins and the other Rogues didn’t lose everything in the process.
One year to make the Bellamys and Charlotte Rutherford pay.
Their first strike was setting me up in that video and making the guys take the fall.
Strike two? Threatening to fucking sell Stella as a child bride to keep everyone else in line. Even Charlotte should’ve been appalled by the prospect. Of course, the bitch hadn’t been because it gave her the result she wanted—Mason on a silver fucking platter.
Strike three was underestimating me. When I was done with them, they’d wish they never even stepped up to the plate.
I smiled, nestling back into Mason’s chest as I muttered under my breath, “Play ball.”
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The Third Strike
Rogues of Everly Prep Book Three
When life throws you a curveball, you hit it out of the park.
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I’d never been as wrong as I was when I assumed the Rogues had betrayed me. Now the true culprits were on my hit list—which was, at the moment, dormant. While an impossibly archaic threat hung over Stella’s head, there was nothing to be done but wait.
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The Rogues were back in my life in private, but I had to endure the public spectacle of those intolerable Roguettes reclaiming their social positions…and my boys. Even though I knew it was a ruse, anger coursed through me every time the queen bee touched my man.
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Not fearing any consequences, Charlotte and her cronies pushed me past my breaking point. I gave them a beating they won’t soon forget, but my satisfaction was short-lived. Jail had a way of sucking the pleasure right out of you.
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But not the determination.
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We would break the chains that bound us and be free. Free to be together. Free to live our lives.
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No more sitting on the bench. It’s time to play ball.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to all the readers who loved The First Time and begged for this book. This story is a first for me—I stepped out of my comfort zone and moved away from the paranormal teen romance genre and I was scared to death.
Much to my surprise, I’ve loved every second of writing this series. It’s been so much fun. So, thank you. I appreciate you all.
Thanks to T.L. McDonald and Kat Stiles for being willing to read this on a moment’s notice. You guys are the best!
Thanks to my kids, for not being to needy during this stay-at-home order and letting me finish this book. I love you both to the moon and back.
And thanks to my husband, Chad, for always being so supportive. I love you.
About the Author
Wendi Wilson is mom to two rambunctious boys, a cat, a dog, and two crazy ferrets. She lives in Idaho with her husband and kids. She writes every spare moment she gets- those moments not already consumed by volunteering at school, team parenting various sports teams in baseball and football, and reading as many books as humanly possible.
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