JAMES: A Dark Bully Romance (The Baron Kings Book 1) by S.J. Black

Author:S.J. Black [Black, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

“Have you lost your mind?” Tristan baulked.

“Have you lost yours?” James barked.

They were both standing outside in the fields, trying to cool off. Jasper sat on the bench, silently watching his two best friends.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

James clicked his tongue. Unbridled rage simmered beneath his stoic mask; the flashbacks of Tristan smiling softly at Annie, both of them talking as if they were old friends, the look he gave her in the hall. He couldn’t understand. Annie was nothing to them. An absolute nobody. Yet, she kept popping up in the most random places. She wouldn’t leave his mind. And that was the most atrocious thing of all.

Who did she think she was?

But something else bothered him. Her sad, kind eyes that haunted him. Those eyes brimming with glossy tears.

Why couldn’t he just crush her like a bug?

James gave an empty laugh. The expression wrinkled his handsome face into one of derision. “You think I didn’t notice the way you were interrupting?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“What’s your relationship with Howell?” He said suddenly. He looked Tristan square in the eye. “You fancy her or something? Is that it?”

“Take an aspirin, James,” Tristan said.

“I’m sure she’d be an interesting lay in bed,” he shrugged. “All that fire must go some-”

“Don’t be a prick, you know it’s about that, James. Not after Natasha.”

James stiffened. The two went silent. James’ expression softened, watching Tristan as the tension from his shoulders built up slowly.

“I’m sorry, mate,” James said.

“Are you?”

“I deserved that.”

“You know how much I fucking -” Tristan started, stopping abruptly. The words struggled to come out of his mouth. The weight of his emotions hit him smack in the chest. Natasha Fields’ death was a trauma that would haunt Tristan forever.

“I keep seeing her,” he continued. He ran his hands through his long hair, conscious that James was watching him intently. “Every time I fall asleep, I keep... I keep seeing her face, James. She’s gone, and it’s all my fault.”

“No, it fucking isn’t.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No -”

“Mate, just stop,” he sighed tiredly. “We both know we didn’t help tormenting her. She didn’t deserve it.”

“How the fuck where we supposed to know? Hm? She didn’t tell you anything about what happened when she was alive! We had to find out through her diary. How fucked up is that?”

“How could she tell us?” Tristan growled. “We ruined her.”

“We didn’t do shit,” James scoffed angrily. “We weren’t the ones that ruined her and you know that. Don’t you fucking forget it? Understand?”

Tristan remained silent, his gaze latched onto something faraway in the distance. He did that a lot. Zoned out. Lost focus on conversation. Almost as though he wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere but his own body.

“We have a job to do, Tristan.”

“I know.”

“The only thing you need to focus on is the Barons’ mission. You got that?”

Tristan didn’t reply.

“Tristan?”

“What if we never find out who did it to her? What if we never find him?”

“That will not happen, mate. You hear me? A Baron never fails.

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