See No Evil – The Society Book 1 by Ivy Fox

See No Evil
The Society Book 1
By
Ivy Fox

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They thought they could get away with it, but they are sorely mistaken.
They have been judged. They have been sentenced. All that remains is their execution.
No one goes unpunished. We’ll make sure of it.
We are The Society and all who dare cross us will find their miserable end by our hand.
Don’t be fooled. This is not their story.
It’s ours.

Finn

As long as I can remember, I’ve played by the rules.
On and off the football field, I’ve done everything that has been expected of me.
Until that fatal night.
Now my life and the lives of my best friends hang in the balance, hung there by a sadistic sinister shadow forcing us to do their will.
And it’s just my damn luck that I’m the first to be put on their butcher’s block.
I must prove my worth by eradicating a certain pebble in their shoe.
The order is simple.
To save ourselves, I must ruin another—a life for a life.
Meaning Stone Bennett’s life is about to be forfeited in exchange for my own.
The poor girl never stood a chance.

Stone

He’s all American perfection.
I’m the poster child for this country’s rejects.
He’s old Asheville money and privilege.
I’m the Southie eyesore people stay clear from.
He’s caviar dreams and champagne wishes.
I’m the trailer trash his momma probably warned him about.
I doubt it can get any further away from the elitist’s social spectrum than the two of us.
So why the hell is Finn Walker, Richfield’s football god, suddenly all in my face wanting my attention?
Nothing good can come from this.
I can feel it.

NOTES:
*The Society is an Enemies to Lovers, New Adult College Romance.
*Each book can be read as standalones. However all four books in this series have an entwined subplot, that will only be resolved in the final book.
*Recommended 18+ due to mature language and situations.

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The prologue of this book gives us a hint of what’s to come. We are hearing the thoughts of someone at the funeral of Lincoln’s parents. Those thoughts are of revenge, not sympathy.

It’s the end of summer and the first of the guys we meet is Finn as he pulls up to the mansion where Lincoln lives. We hear his thoughts of a day back in May when all of them got blood on their hands.

He is joined first by Easton who pounds on his Porche, followed a bit later by Colt, Lincoln’s cousin. It’s finally Lincoln who yells at them to join him inside. He’s the one to tell them someone knows what they have done and want them to pay. The black embossed envelope and letter spell it out.

The Society will first put their claws in Finn. He’s to befriend one Stone Bennett only to destroy her later. It’s Easton who finds out enough about her for them to visit her place of employment, Big Jim’s Bar a dive biker’s bar on the South side of town.

This is a favorite scene.

“You’re Stone, right? Finn and I were just talking about how we’ve seen you around campus before,” Easton continues, feeding me a bullshit lie.

Like hell, they have.

Guys like them don’t pay attention to anything or anyone but their own reflection. I’d never be on their radar, so Easton suddenly knowing my name is all the warning I need to know they are definitely up to no good. I’m not sure what their intentions are, but I certainly need to make it clear I want no part of it. I have better things to do than waste my time with two entitled Northsiders looking to cause trouble on my side of town.

Screw that and screw them.

“And?” I quip back, unamused, hoping my resting bitch face is enough to dampen whatever game they’ve got going.

And my friend here is trying to be polite. How about you cut him some slack, huh?” Finn counters, the annoyed scowl on his brow deepening by the second.

“Oh, that’s so cute, you sticking up for your boyfriend. Is that why you boys came here? To hide your love affair away from your mammas and pappas? Chin up boys. It’s the twenty-first century. No one gives a rat’s ass if you like cock or not. Own that shit. I do,” I reply sarcastically, giving them a little wink and blowing a kiss to Finn to annoy him further.

I sway my way back to the bar, the tiny adrenaline from toying with those idiots putting a smile on my face. It will probably be the only amusement I’ll get tonight. But too quickly is my fun tarnished when Finn-fucking-Walker jumps over the bar counter like a stealthy cat, and corners me against the wall of liquor shelves behind us as if he owned the damned place.

“You are something else, you know that, little girl?” he growls, his chest heaving against mine.

Standing up to his full height, Finn really is a sight to behold. Unfortunately, I’m unable to appreciate appreciate all of him at the moment. My neck is craned so far back that the strain of it is actually painful. He’s twice my size, both in height and in width, but if he thinks he intimidates me, he’s got another thing coming. I’ve dealt with far worse than pretty boy here.

“Stone, you okay? Do you need me to pull that motherfucker out of there?” Lamar asks, promptly leaving his post at the door and walking toward the bar, ready to earn his bouncer paycheck.

There are a few curious eyes on us, but none of them are too concerned for my welfare. That’s because they know I can handle shit just fine on my own.

I hold out my hand, halting Lamar’s next step, and with resolve stitched into my expression, I state evenly, “I’ve got this one, Lamar. I’m good.”

Finn lets out a little arrogant scoff but doesn’t break eye contact with me for a second. From my peripheral vision, I watch Lamar go back to his post, all the while keeping one eye on us, just in case I have to tap out and let him deal with the heathen of a man before me.

Never going to happen. Like I said, I got this.

Most of the privileged brats who attend Richfield are all bark and no bite, and Finn is no different. The minute someone stands up to him, he’ll shrivel back into his little shell, running away with his tail between his legs and licking his wounds because a girl from the Southside got the best of him. He has an ego as inflated as his hatred of being challenged. Sad thing is, I’ve dealt with this brand of intimidation before—bullies relying on their size and not their brains to terrorize the weak. Someone should have warned him that I might be small, but I’ve got a damn big mouth ready to sling bricks and stones where it’ll do the most damage.

“Okay, pretty boy. You got my attention. Now what are you going to do with it?” I taunt, not one bit threatened by his size or his imposing form.

Finn’s brows push together on his forehead, revealing his confusion. His perplexed glare isn’t as irritating as witnessing him lose a bit of the angry steam that was fueling his drive.

So disappointing.

He’s already unraveling, and all I had to do was to give him a little nickname. I watch his Adam’s apple bob, his eyes still fixed on mine, and I have to give him props for not taking advantage of peeking down my shirt. Most guys here have gone to far greater lengths to see the goods, so I commend Finn on his restraint at least.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?” I tease him again with his own line, biting my lower lip, triggered by the flicker of the furious fire in his eye ready to lash out.

“You talk too much,” he finally grunts and my smile only grows wider at the poor excuse of a comeback he came up with.

“Oh yeah? And how do you propose to shut me up?” I provoke, unimpressed, but before I have time to chastise him any further, he takes the wind out of my sails when he grabs the back of my head and presses his lips forcefully on mine.

Every other time an asshole dared to put his hands on me without my say so, he’d have been kneed in his family jewels so fast he’d need surgery to see his dick again. But my knee-jerk reaction is nowhere in sight because Finn’s warm lips come as a surprise to me in more ways than one.

His plump, rich mouth dominates my own, his tongue teasing my lower lip in a way that leaves me helpless not to open up and let him take whatever he wants. But Finn doesn’t take my red-carpet invitation as I expected. Instead, he leaves me frustrated, using his teeth to scrape at my lower lip and then extinguish the tiny ache by sucking on it with his full, luscious mouth. His kiss is a combination of both brutish dominance and alarming tenderness. His lips promise wicked, dirty adventures, while his tongue toys with me, hinting that I’m not ready for everything he’s capable of giving.

Well, I’ll be damned. The boy does have some moves, after all.

If this is Finn at his tamest, then I shiver in anticipation at what he’s like at his wildest. When I feel the tip of my toes starting to lift me of their own accord—just so I can lean into his kiss more fully—he pulls away, ending one of the hottest kisses I’ve had all year.

Maybe even ever.

The smoldering look he gives me is enough to build a small fire in my core, leaving me needy for more. I’d rather die than let on he’s affected me so much, so I instantly school my features as best I can to feign annoyance. It’s awfully hard to maintain the charade since Finn seizes the moment by running his thumb over my lower lip, making my tongue ache to come out and play with it. And since shame is not part of my vocabulary, I give in to temptation and wrap my lips around his digit, his throbbing cock immediately responding to the gesture by the way it’s poking at my midsection. With his eyes fixed on mine, Finn lets out a suppressed moan when I finally let his imprisoned thumb out of my hot cage with a loud pop. I’m pretty sure the term ‘panty-melting stare’ was coined from sexy smolders like the one Finn has plastered all over his face.

“See you around, Stone,” he rasps huskily, biting his lip as if restraining himself from stealing another kiss from me.

“I doubt it, pretty boy,” I retort, licking my lips to make sure I leave him just as hot and frazzled as he left me.

The corner of his mouth deviously tugs upward as he leans his head down, low enough that I can feel his warm breath tickle my neck. My face is still cool and collected, but the shiver that runs down my spine is unavoidable. I’m sure the bastard knows he got to me.

“Oh, you’ll see much more of me, little girl. Count on it,” he threatens, biting my lobe so deliciously, my lids shut just so I can relish this one touch.

When sense finally sets in and I open my eyes, Finn is already at the door with his buddy Easton trailing right behind him. The cocky sidekick even has the nerve to throw me a conspiring wink.

Northside bastards.

Hmm. I wonder what that was all about.
Fox, Ivy. See No Evil: A Secret Society Enemies to Lovers College Romance (The Society Book 1). Kindle Locations (871-935). X-Factory. Kindle Edition.

It’s almost amusing to watch these two fall for each other. I love Stone’s snark, she’s not taking anything from anyone.

Finn on the other hand, starts feeling guilty and finds himself deeply conflicted with what he wants and what the Society wants him to do.

There’s plenty of suspense and intrigue as we learn bits of what these guys have done and the way the Society is going to punish them, one at a time.

I’ve already started the second book in this series, I need to know everything.

5 Contented Purrs for Ivy!

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Lover of books, coffee, and chocolate!

Ivy lives a blessed life, surrounded by her two most important men – her husband and son. She also doesn’t mind living with the fictional characters in her head that can’t seem to shut up. Books and romance are her passion. A strong believer in happy endings and that love will always prevail in the end. Both in life and in fiction.

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