Toxic Obsession

Quinn:

Wynter Baldwin is responsible for my twin sister’s death. She’s playing a dangerous game by showing up at Whitmore University. The day she destroyed my world, I swore revenge. Now, I'm a football god, and part of a secret society. A brotherhood who will have my back as I ruin her. When I begin to unravel the truth about my twin, I question everything I know about Wynter. Before I realize it, I’m caught up in a web of lies and the one girl I vow to destroy, is the only one that can save me.

Wynter:

He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I need a fresh start where no one knows me, and Whitmore University seems like my chance — if I can keep my secrets hidden. But everything I've built is shattered by Quinn Astor, a powerful football god, and he sees me as his next target. Quinn has a relentless drive and a cruel streak. He’s toxic. He's not the prince I thought he was, but a devil I can't resist. And he’s about to consume me.

My bedroom door flew open, startling the shit out of me.

“Quinn, Brody needs your help,” my twin sister Bellamy said, her cheeks flushed, most likely from her frantic race up the stairs to find me.

I tossed my chemistry book to the side before I jumped off my bed. “Where is he?”

“In the kitchen with Dad.” Her voice climbed in pitch with each word. She motioned for me to hurry, then pulled on her long brown braid. Bell was scared as hell if she was tugging on her hair.

I grabbed her hand, nearly dragging her behind me as I hurried into the hall and down the stairs.

Brody’s scream tore through the mansion and my heart clawed its way into my throat. “That motherfucker.” I reached the main floor and took off running, my bare feet slapping against the white and black marble floors as I hauled ass toward the shriek.

Tearing around the corner, I screeched to a halt and silently walked into the kitchen. My fists clenched and unclenched, ready to deal with the bastard. Father seemed oblivious that I was in the room, his cheeks red with rage as he held Brody by the front of his grey polo shirt and hit my younger brother in the face.

“You little punk. You’re a pathetic excuse for a son,” he growled.

Brody’s lip split open and a trickle of blood ran down his chin. He thrashed about, trying to break free from Father’s grasp.

“Get your hands off him.” I took a menacing step toward him, my eyes blazing with rage. Father’s grip on Brody slackened and he let him go.

Brody stumbled to the ground, and I hurried over to him, crouching and scanning for signs of injury other than to his mouth.

Without thinking, I rushed forward and barreled into Father with my shoulder. He hit the floor with a loud thud and floundered beneath me as I pinned him down. My fist connected with his nose, and his warm blood coated my knuckles. I pulled my hand back again, ready to pummel him into unconsciousness when I heard Bell call to me from across the room. “Quinn! Don’t do it! He’s not worth your future.”

I struggled to get a hold of my anger and reminded myself that if my brother and sister witnessed me killing Father, it would scar them for life. But I kept my fist raised, urging him to challenge me just once more so I could finish him off for good.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted Bell watching us closely and ushering Brody behind her protectively. Blood bloomed from his lower lip, and I winced. I should have gotten to him sooner.

“Get him cleaned up.” I returned my attention to the piece of shit father I shared a last name with. “Touch him again, Adam, and I’ll fucking kill you.” My voice was low, full of venom.

He hated it when I referred to him by his first name, but he didn’t deserve to be called Dad or Father.